Heartbeats
What if we're born with
a predetermined number
of heartbeats
and, when they're gone,
we're gone?
Just in case it's true,
I'm not going to waste mine
running down some road
in silly spandex pants
and a jog bra.
I'm going to make my
thumping little tickets last
as many years as I can,
especially since
at my age,
I've already used up
a hell of a lot them
just getting here.
I'll spread the rest out.
I'll save them
for what's important,
like running away from
something (or someone) bad.
I also intend to use a lot of them
for making love.
If life really is a journey
and not a destination,
I might as well enjoy myself
along the way ...
CJ Heck
