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My Heartbeat

I forget that Life is a game of Heart. When I was a child, I heard my heartbeat, When I ran a race, When I worked hard I listened it clearly. As long as I grow up, And had a job in an office, And used my brain to calculate, Figures everyday, everywhere, And lost my living sense. I was feeling dull, Life was boring, What is a job of clerk or secretary? Dictations, only letters, Waiting for answers Or having a respond, When I have my first heart attack, I found it, I still have my heart. Otherwise I lost, A sense of living, Money can’t bring my childhood back, I want to live, Greediness is not a life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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