The Drummer
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Listen to the drummer
As she plays so far away.
The music from the valleys
That cradled yesterday.
Hear the rumbling troubled
Beat of wisdom's heedless call.
The rhythm for tomorrows' mornings
Lost in a beggars' thrall.
See the tears of all the years
That fell in endless streams;
While beggars waited for a prize
to fill their selfish dreams.
2019.10.10
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2019
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