Tuesday, November 15, 2011


the heart is a muscle, too
he found out too late
in old age he was alone
he lived hard
he was the life of the party...
with strangers
now he was a stranger to his wife
his little girl
he had the biceps
a big man
with a little heart
the heart is a muscle too
a simple fact
he never knew
until now in old age
when the legs were gone
and memories haunted him
all that was left
was the charade of himself
so he muscled on
with great regret
knowing no iron plates in any gym
could save him
from the tyranny of his little heart

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