The Transplant

The Transplant You throb slowly and evenly today, does it mean you have accepted your fate that you at only thirty shall live with an old man like me? Faithful, but could you have done other wise? My fear is having done this sacrifice at such a tender age you might, when reaching middle age, revolt, feel you have wasted your time with me, become bitter and self destructive. I must warn, because I do love you, (I even stopped smoking for you) if you let me down you will be cast into the wilderness of no life only because you can’t dance anymore? Irate the heart cries and skip a beat worryingly, been threatened by the man it gave itself too. Why can’t he, get off his backside and take his wife to the ball.