This poem is a reflection on human imperfection, the consequences of one’s actions, and the passage of time. The author delves into feelings of pain and melancholy while also acknowledging the value of personal experiences. The repeated phrase “Deep in my heart, / Deep in your heart, / Deep in our heart, / Deep in their heart. / Depth of heart” emphasizes the shared, universal nature of these emotions and struggles.

Just an imperfect human being.
Making mistakes, sometimes not seeing,
What can cause what, not all knowing.
What fate is sowing.

Deep in my heart,
Deep in your heart,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in their heart.
Depth of heart.

Imperfect is all you get,
I can’t forget.
What you sow is what you reap,
Plus about hundred days of work and weep.

Deep in my heart,
Deep in your heart,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in their heart.
Depth of heart.

Thirty three was a number,
Now it’s forty four – I still encumber.
More experiences for what it’s worth,
Aint they are a lot worth?

Mistakes can cost a lot,
In the varied life’s pot.
Deep in my heart,
Deep in your heart,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in their heart.
Depth of heart.

Plus the never-ending blues,
The never-ending blues,
no clues.

Deep in my heart,
Deep in your heart,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in their heart.
Depth of heart.

The warmth.

Sitting close to the pain and volatility,
Sleep well my fragility.

Deep in my heart,
Deep in your heart,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in their heart.
Depth of heart.

The warmth.
In the south.

Can be misleading.