The politicians squabble and the journalists work hard
I have spent my free time searching the museum of my heart
Here are all the people I still treasure from the past
I walk around, here daily to get my sustenance
I know we must go forward but will we turn to salt
If we look over our shoulders when the day is growing cold?
We don’t know where to go to a nd we don’t know when to rest
The museum of the heart, we can visit it at last
All of our defences totter as we see the Daily News
Suicide is tempting but that we must refuse
Ask for someone’s help, if you feel too much alarm
Then talk to a good friend and read the greatest psalms
Leonard Cohen suffered, but when questioned on TV
He said suicide’s bad manners and on this we can agree.