HEARTFELT
The rhythm is the only thing I feel
When melody has surely had its day
It is less than a heartbeat can reveal
I’m listening to what it has to say
Determination for a constant beat
Despite it all, it tries to get its way
Rejuvenation means it won’t deplete
The carrier of oxygen to cells
The blood supply that reaches head and feet
The platelets stopping bleeding as it gels
So many functions critical to all
In nature, one can find few parallels
With atrial fibrillation, heed the call
The risk becomes a factor for wellbeing
As suddenly the pressure may just fall
There is no monitor that is all-seeing
Diagnostics are an educated guess
Unlikely that two doctors are agreeing
The beat you hear is mainly systole
There’s comfort in some regularity
The rhythm is the only thing I feel
When melody has surely had its day