A Hearty Talk With My Dear Heart Poem by Dr John Celes

‘You pump the blood through arteries, veins,
When I get formed in mother’s womb;
You slog endlessly, without gains,
Until my body rests in tomb! ’

‘You work by day and night for years;
I wonder whether you take rest;
When I get aged, I have my fears,
If you will pass my Tread-mill Test! ’

‘From tube, four-chambered, I became
A special muscle organ fine;
I did my chores and kept my name,
And never gave anginal pain! ’

‘I used some glucose from the blood,
Oxygen from the lungs, that came;
But you don’t care what kind of food
You eat, and end my pumping game! ’

‘Forget my past when I didn’t care
About my health and your work prime;
I’ll change my food; so kindly bear;
For exercise, I’ll find more time! ’

‘My heart! You were my slave for long;
You did your job quite well indeed;
I’ll make amends for every wrong;
Keep beating dear, and meet my need! ’

‘I cannot blame you squarely dear!
Your ignorance was one reason;
And now that senescence is near,
Brisk-walk, don’t smoke, any season! ’

‘One heart I have to last life-long;
Should I not act with wisdom then?
Let me be sane and sing the song
Of healthy heart, and reach heaven! ’