Heart and Brain
My father’s death was from his heart,
My mother’s from her brain
And so I wonder which, for me,
Might just be on the wane.
Of course, there is no guarantee
That I will follow suit,
For in the future, we all know
There is no absolute.
So far, my heart is ticking fine
And even with some quirks,
My brain, despite some CRS,*
Apparently still works.
*Can’t remember spit (or its rhyming improvement)
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