It grabs its cane
and begins the shuffle
down the hospital corridor,

but still a gentleman
it wishes the new heart
well, the new heart

acting a bit of an ingrate
dancing wildly with the staff,
oblivious to its elder.

The old heart pauses to catch
its breath and dignity, searching
in the mirrors for a glimpse

of its own dancing shoes, the red
ones once guaranteed to charm
every staff, everywhere on earth.