Words from the Heart

All day long my brain does the thinking,
and my eyes do the blinking
noticing everything in sight.

All day long my feet do the walking,
while my mouth does the talking,
communicating with the world.

All day long my hands do the writing,
and sometimes the fighting,
as I travel this road we call life.

But also each day—

My heart does the caring,
Though seldom ever sharing,
The feelings it holds deep inside.



Until the brain does the thinking
and the eyes that are blinking,
spy a paper and pen.

Then the feet do the walking,
while the mouth does the talking,
to keep the idea fresh in my brain.

And the hand isn't fighting
- No it's busily writing.
Writing the words from the heart.