A Missed Poem
HEART—we all have one,
And some of us share.
While others take a pass,
On the openness snare.
Especially if it means,
They must FEEL to partake,
At the HEART of all matters,
Bottom lines’ rarely fake.
HEART—it’s for lions,
Both cowardly and strong.
It’s the stuff driving athletes,
Amidst competitive throng.
They’re messy things,
Broken and mended each day.
As humans react with emotion,
Heartfelt vulnerability on display.
HEART—it’s the separation,
Between right and pure wrong.
A natural order that precedes,
Head thinkers…thinking along.
It is HEART anchoring passion,
Like the roots of a tree.
Nurturing love inside humans,
Needed so desperately.
HEART—it’s to have,
And often to hold.
Defining quality-of-life,
As we grow old.
So suppress your desire,
To merely THINK things straight through.
Add some FEELING with your HEART,
Show your compassion anew.
© Michael Wegman, 2014
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