Broken heart

I canʼt think of a single thing that I now possess

that is most prized and special.

Oh I confess that once I did hold

many things untold

my hearts treasure, all my pleasure.

In the last year I lost the last of those I held dear,

So now my heart is empty, never to have that life or love again.

What I held most dear, what I loved the most?

My children and grandchildren.

My Soulmates, my horses, especially Zeus.

So you see I havenʼt anything else left.

I guess my prized possession is my

Broken heart.