Heart of Gold

Spent some time this evening with my kids and the cats that still reside in my former marital household, and that put me in the mood for some vintage Neil Young:

I want to live,

I want to give

I've been a miner

for a heart of gold.

It's these expressions

I never give

That keep me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

Keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

What I didn't understand when I entered my first martial household was that the heart of gold I needed to find first was my own. Without full custody of it, I reckon I would've gotten really old searching for one in someone else...