The Heart Has Seen Many Years

The heart has seen many days Counting seconds in a heart beat Pumping hours off its chambers Ejecting years from its blood stained valves Breathing the life giving blood Baptizing the master upstairs With its river of emotions And lakes of energy In a sea of heart beats The heart has seen many years Enveloped by a solitary cell Hiding under the shadows With its heart beat muted And a steady rhythm The ancient art of monks embraced By the shy heart inside The heart has seen many years The turbulent years of youth With their hormone firing machine guns The heart was captivated by fear The fear of a life out of control Protruding from its bleeding nose Punched by the overbearing emotional discharge The heart has seen many years Wrapped in a cage Silenced by the chains in its neck Unable to confront the heart breaker The bugger who stole the precious love Stabbing the heart with an emotional knife Leaving behind a heart broken soul With the pronounced scars on the face And a limping ego The heart has seen many years The traumatic years of the elderly With their fragile stamina And reduced libido Depressing the heart beat Exposing the mortal soul To the elements of age The curse called Impotence A Cancerous monster born In a disease riddled body Covered by the approaching shadow of death