The following is a poem I heard on our national radio a month or so ago, it really made me stop and think, as it's about someone who has been living a life alone for a while and come to terms with the fact that they rule their own life, have become sort of selfish on a way and like it that way, then along comes someone that disrupts your life, in a good way? love comes along late in life and creates havoc in the calmness of your life.
Love Comes to Stay
You broke into my house while I was out
and lodged and laughed and cooked and disarranged things.
I find it very hard to tolerate
intruders with the energy to change things.
You cluttered up my home with friends and noise;
stole my entire routine and broke and spoiled it,
wrecked my attempts at dignity and poise,
dismantled old machinery and oiled it.
You heard the song I knew by heart, and learned it,
explored each corner of my home and filled it;
and snatched my dearest prejudice and burned it,
and caught what terrified me most, and killed it.
You hold opinions I don't wish to hear,
make jokes about me which I don't quite get,
break rules, support the cause I least approve,
and fail to see that I'm in charge, as yet.
You barge in without any invitation,
slam doors which I prefer to keep ajar
you go and smash my blessed, slow stagnation.
But, since you’re here, we’ll leave things as they are
© Lucy Berry