Aging Heart

Often times the pain stings
Left part of the arm it clings
In the middle sternum lingers
Valve of aorta seems calcify
Infusing blood quite irregular
As life flows in intermittent

Many times breath is shallow
Or becomes rapidly gasping
Risk is enclosing to the end
As though death is certain
Groping into myriad veins
And whispers sad lullaby.
Birth itself a mark of death
Reasons cannot even defy
A reality that is destined
That life has finite end
On earth for all of us

by Marvin Brato Sr

Comments (3)

This is so cute
What a generous heart Mira had....a poem on love for God irrespective of caste and creed....wonderful
such beautiful imagery!