Villanelle for the brokenhearted

It’s too sad to be a-doing nothing,
When the river of time keeps a-flowing on.
The broken heart should look up to a li’l something.

Treasures, if be lost, may be found again;
The dank, hurting heart must go a-ploughing on.
It’s too sad to be a-doing nothing.

Let your jukebox trill ‘bout most anything,
Even if the switch’s a bit off ‘n’ on.
The broken heart should look up to a li’l something.

Shine your soulful gems to a spick ‘n’ sparkling;
Expressly, as the grand show of life is on.
It’s too sad to be a-doing nothing.

But if tears be the traveler’s plaything;
Plug that leaking canoe an’ get a-rowing on.
The broken heart should look up to a li’l something.

Keep a-twanging hope’s taut aching bowstring,
The twilight archer shall soon arrow a glowing dawn.
It’s too sad to be a-doing nothing.
The broken heart should look up to a li’l something.