My Heart And I.

When I was young I wanted my heart to beat faster, Run as the horses, leap as the monkeys and kangaroos, Jump as the frogs, dance as the peacock showing the feathers, Be nomad as clouds to travel and discharge as I liked, Lightening were seen in the head with rainbow colors, Even Shakespeare had done a monologue in my dream, Picasso had no enough paint on his wooden pallets, I was glorious at heart, until one day that arrived, When my heart starts to rush, run and palpitate on its own, The vision is blurry with galactic cataract deposit, the pressure exerted in the walls of arteries and veins, clogged with fat deposit to disrupt the nervous signals, two thin hands, two sticky legs, one fatty liver and a dull brain, The imported wine glasses and ash trays are stored, My heart just pumps and works hard for me to be alive.