(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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