Love comes to stay

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