This Heart
Why is it, this heart of mine
Filled with such joy, Feeling so fine
Can feel such overwhelming pain
I feel that joy can't come again?
That this same heart can feel
Such Sorrow
And sometimes cannot
See Tomorrow
This same old heart can feel
Such love
Or as light and free as the
Freest dove
This heart feels oh so many ways
Changing with the changing days
That it is really plain to see
This heart is life, this heart is me
This poem was written in about 1987
penned in my old poetry journal
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