What Is That?

What is it that watches all this life,
and never grows old or tired.
That never moves on,
and never goes.
That sees elation and desperation,
and never fears.
That which with all time passing,
never leaves my heart.
And never, ever will depart.
It’s that, that’s always in my heart.

by David Taylor

Comments (1)

That...sounds like a nice place to be...I like your poem! Hugs, dee