Room of Broken Hearts

Room of broken hearts

David Johnson

In this room of broken hearts

Earth’s angels greet arrivals

Moderation rules this place

Each of us has viewed death’s  face

 

We carry with us unmet dreams

Untested skills and untried schemes

Defined only by the question “when.

We’ll reassess our future then

 

Change may lie beyond our ken

Too old to dance, too old to dream

Angels see us come and go

Some hearts will fail, and some will grow

 

These angels may not know us long

Like strangers passing in the night

These angels craft no lasting bond

For this might be our final fight

 

Some will move to final days

Or, rise up strong with dreams anew

And some will never change their ways,

Time to bid this life adieu

 

These angels at our battle’s edge

Are witness to our human strife

As stress, old habits, take their toll

While slowly draining human life

 

Some futures lie beyond our means

Too old to dance, too old to dream

Angels see us come and go

Some hearts will fail, and some will grow

 

Some move on to final days

Or, rise up strong with dreams anew

Some will never change their ways

Time to bid this world adieu

 

These angels at our battle’s edge

Are witness to our human strife

As stress, old habits, take their toll

While slowly stealing human life

 

These angels chase our fears away

Working with us as we mend

Add credence to each passing day

In this room of broken hearts

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