My heart is scarred.
I’ve been disbarred
from life’s most supreme court.
I hope to squeeze some living in
despite time being short.
A car needs a new battery.
Perhaps that’s what’s wrong with me.
It’s not like I’ve become unwired.
Just spend more time being tired.
Hard to get a rhythm thumping
when the heart is hardly pumping.
There’s no dancing in the street
when the blood can’t keep the beat.
No use pondering my faults.
Just slow things down to a waltz.