The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
© PatriceClarkson – 2018