(poem) The Heart
Each pound, each beat
Moving one along in life
The pounding on pavement of frightened feet
The steady beat of the most vital bass drum
The smooth beating of wings on a bird's flight
Beats are vital to moving feet
to grasping fingers
to the twitch of an eye
But the controls are fragile
So erratic and
unpredictable
Under fire from disease and malfunctions
How can something so small
so odd in its architecture
be the essence of life
the reason a little boy can swing
the reason an old man can play bingo
the reason I can write this
"Can't save them all"
But that is my mission
My reason for being
I may not be God
but I'm a good place to start
*2013- Bailey C. Writing
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