It's the heart that beats <br />its incessant tune <br />will it ever give in <br />at the change of the moon? <br /> <br />As our limbs succumb <br />to a leaden fatigue <br />and our minds obey <br />an empowering league, <br /> <br />it's the have-more plan <br />that was laid in our cots, <br />and humane is the word <br />of forget-me nots.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humane/
