An Auto-repaired Heart

Truer words were never spoken
purer motives never found;

I tried healing a heart that's broken
from the way 'twas hurtfully bound.

Speaking simply, and directly
I tried hard to ease the binds;

I untangled, and set the strings, free
just to ease all troubled minds.

I have never had more troubles,
and, with as articulate as I am;

I then had to burst my bubbles,
for, I could speak not! Worth a damn!

It was most difficult to swallow
with my big foot in my mouth;

my train of thought was hard to follow,
seemed all logic then, flew south!

Public speaking, done in private
is an art-form I must "hone";

I tried and failed to mend a heart, that
while still was hurting, 'twas my own.