The Pacemaker Poem by Phil Soar

The Pacemaker



So, when I wake from slumber now
I do not feel the same somehow
An implant keeps the heart in check
Like a card that finishes off the deck
An ace of sorts that helps me deal
With the fact that it seems so unreal
Walking around with an electrical charge
Not very small, but not very large
Keeping control of a wayward heart
Giving my life quite a kick start

Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: coping,health,life
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