No Wasted Heartbeats Poem by Cj Heck

What if we are all born with
a predetermined number of heartbeats
and when they're gone,
we're gone?

Just in case it's true,
I'm not going to waste mine
running down some road
in silly spandex pants and a jog bra.

I'm going to make my
thumping little tickets stretch
to as many years as I can
... especially since at my age,
I've used up so many of them
just getting here.

I'll spread them out,
save them for what's important,
like running away from
something or someone bad.

I also intend to use a lot of them
for making love.
If life really is a journey
and not a destination,

I might as well enjoy myself
along the way...