Time Is Fleeting Poem by David Whalen

Although my dearest beloveds
Have carried with them
A goodly portion
of my love and affections
My heart is not yet entirely
Locked within their coffins
And has still, (tho' direly diminished)
The enduring capacity to love…
And perhaps to be loved yet.
Tho' the key is now corroded
From abuse and misuse
And best be caressed
With a velvet glove
The locked keep
Tho' sequestered deep
Has space yet, for emotion
But can be unlocked only…
By love
My heart stays gamely beating
And my mind knows
Time is fleeting
And that the lock and key…
The very heart and mind
Of me
Will soon take flight
On the wings
of a snow white dove
And then I'll have
not to heed…
no longer will I need
Emotions such as love