My Beating Heart

My heart is heavy
She feels so old
So many stories
How many more
To be told?

She ticks and beats
She has survived
She seen joys
She has cried.

Blood fills
Pulses to
My mind, hands, feet
And back thru.

How many more thumps
Does she have
Not mine to know
Just glad I have her
I have
My beating heart.
~ Patrice