I've Got Rhythm

fear struck as my heart reached two-o-five
the pace was beginning to be too much
we've slowed it down and I'm alive
I needed the doctors intelligent touch

it wasn't just as simple as slowing down
in silent moments dropping to forty six
thoughts of no longer wearing a crown
In desperate need of a balanced fix

I'm back at the table writing simple words
who can know are these the very last
searching for the magic words of nerds
missing the things that have gone so fast

Gomer LePoet...