Expressions

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 If you enjoyed this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, I would be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.