Tis a miracle, the human heart
Needs not a poke in morn to start
Has beat through night, skipped not a tick
Protected by a cage made thick
The thinnest sheath of muscled skin
It wears like shawl and nests within
We know not just how vulnerable
This fist-sized mass of push and pull
All love and hate, our cause of being
The pangs that sway the way we’re leaning
Our joy and sorrow, our gain and lack
This meaty engine keeps on track
Yet it can leap up through our throat
Or sink so deep in murky moat
There’s no point to unlock its stealth
In order to ensure its health
For we cannot compel control
It has the upper hand of soul
I question not how it goes on
When other lights are snuffed and gone
It knows its mind and needs no cue
Engrossed in task it’s called to do
We must respect and stand aside
Give in to its unhampered ride
Dextrous the human condition
To wholly trust without attrition
For doubtful be our mere existence
If parted from its sheer persistence!
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