Half-ready to believe

Another birthday come and gone. This one felt ambivalent at best but experience says this is no indicator. On this occasion I offer you the last of the Heaney and if it hasn't worked to this point, well, I don't know what to tell you.

Suspect too much sweet talk
But never close your mind.
It was a fortunate wind
That blew me here. I leave
Half-ready to believe
That a crippled trust might walk

And the half-true rhyme is love.

(go back and read the first couple Heaney offerings--it will enrich this)
Many thanks and much love to br'er Bunni for stopping by the
atl to celebrate our birthdays.