A Rhythm Of Life
The rhythm of a heartbeat
is heard across the land
with every new child born.
A rhythm of life itself
that follows us everywhere
from the cradle to the grave.
No one can deny it;
it’s the most wonderful sound of all.
The rhythm of life,
the everlasting kind,
come the rain or sunshine.
When you wake up in the morning,
breathe fresh air in,
always enjoy the rhythm of life
for as long as you can.
7 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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