a heartbeat each
as we tread this path, so time worn
of fragile grit from lime stone
the seasoned horizon beckons home
yet the weathered mountain reckons none
but nature’s tormented conqueror
will succeed, a lamented journey
with fond acquaintances and regretful loss
of cerebral prose in mindful waste
so, we come to life’s stage annuity
a view of fate, each page explicated
beyond the help of god or change, surely
as the lack of means to rearrange order
these few steps to count, a heartbeat each
cannot retrace the course or defeat destiny
©2009 Hey Hey
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