How easily the head can drown out a heart
And, certainly, life likes to play its own part.
Bills to be paid and things to be done –
No time to play nor walk in the sun.
Weeks can dissolve and months fade away
While, down in the trenches, we battle with days.
New Year, then Easter, then Christmas arrive,
While all we can do is fight to survive.
The heart is forgotten, but still it beats on
And, sometimes, we wonder just where we went wrong.
But this is all part of the fabric of life –
A heart’s done its job when you know you’re alive.
10 February 2019