HEARTFELT

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