If you stop, listen close enough, put your ear to the winds and just silence the rest, you’ll hear it. Like musician in stage light, this old heart of mine thumps wildly, drumbeats against the noise I endure, and I call it a strong heart. Loudly it beats for those I love, those I care for, those I hope daily for better things, for bigger dreams, for calmer nights, for health and joy and love and happiness and peace and a contentment in their own hearts. This heart beats for those I allow in, for I do not allow in many, I cannot fit them all.