I was running up the hill and my heart was pounding.
I became concerned and so I checked out my heart.
‘Is this too much?’ I asked. ‘Are you OK.’
‘I love it’, my heart answered with laughter.
‘I like hard work. I love a good burn-up.
I was made to run, and sing, and dance.
I come from a long line of ancestors
who like their people to run around.’
‘When I came into this life with you
we raced into it together as fully as we could.
We had such fun.’
‘Please don’t leave me to slump in a chair
or vegetate by a screen.
I get sad and lonely, and fed-up.
Then I give up, and then I die.’
‘And by the way, when I die, so do you.’