A Decided Pound



Pound, pound, pound, goes the
Heart of the decided one
Who can't take much more

"It ends," she stoutly
Says, "It ends here and ends now."
But the resolve...isn't.

For who can resist
That tempting rush to the head?
Still, she insists, "No."

But pound, pound, pound still
Goes the heart, and makes a nest
For a long, soft stay

The decided one
Is not so decided now
She waits for the day...

It will all go away.