Lost And Found Identity Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a heart of ice; I think it's nice
But don't be shocked, don't be all open-mouth
"Friends are for life", nothing kept, imprecise
There are glaciers to both the north and south.

And passages to the Himalayan east
Where the Himalayan condor has his
Sky burial feast; but I'm from the West
Nor does England reside in that abyss.

I have a heart of ice; I've said it twice
I'll not say it again; I have a heart of ice
Look now I've said it thrice, sorry! Look I
Exaggerate; I don't have a heart of ice.

I have a distant Irish heritage
That puts the music in my soul and the
Penny's in my pocket; it's all verbiage.
"I lost an eye" because of a Belfast man, blah…

A friend's misplaced accent caused offence
Speaking his own forgotten native tongue
When another guy thought he'd dispense
His own, brand of justice, let loose and swung-

A punch flooring me for doing no wrong:
I have a heart of ice; I think it's nice
"Friends are for life", erelong, livelong…
And that's all I've got to say that'll suffice.