The Heart

My heart has thumped since I was born,

When I’ve been giddy or forlorn

And all this time, I could have sworn

Its warranty would last.

 

It does the job it’s meant to do

And, thick or thin, it’s seen me through,

But really, I don’t have a clue

When stones will all be cast.

 

Like batteries, which start to slow,

The heart may struggle, but I know

My blood keeps managing to flow,

Yet time is flying fast.

 

The other organs do not take

The spotlight; somehow more’s at stake

With hearts, for only they can break,

Their standing unsurpassed.