The Heart
By Albert Ahearn •
Each heart has a somber chamber
where Melancholic days are stored.
Those never to be forgotten
Times baptized with life’s anointing tears.
Passing years of joy and sorrow
Both have found their place in the heart.
Though diametrically opposed
Each holds permanent residence.
When joyful manifestations
Dance to the beat of happiness
Sorrow waits in its sad chamber
For inevitability.
When it arrives joy surrenders
Uncomplaining into limbo.