Monday, 2 March 2020

Heartbeats



There’s a finite number of heartbeats

To each and every life

Some less than some would hope for

Some more than some would like

Yet every beat’s a milestone

Which flags that one more’s spent

And nothing can retrieve them

From that far place

Where they went.
 
 
bobby stevenson 2020

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