Ticking Heart

My life is being measured, like the  ticking of a clock

Or gentle waves that lap, on a boat within a dock

How many of my minutes, do I have left yet to spend?

My heart just keeps on beating, like a drum that knows no end

The constellations high above have shined for eons of time

As constant guides that still burn bright and share the sky, entwined

Quietly I sit and ponder under, this nights sky  

I wonder if my ticking heart will let me reach new highs

And so I set to using, these moments with loving care 

That I may gather seeds of joy and with others, I can share

© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2017 – Expression #115 27.3.17

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