My Heart’s Age
Do I know how old my heart is?
Do I know its age?
Has it earned its idyll now,
Has it burnt its rage?
It must be old, older than me,
It’s showing signs of abuse;
Perhaps a lighter schedule now,
Less of the fast and loose.
If only I could follow my heart
And it could read my mind,
I’d live within my dream and leave
My remnant life behind.