I Was Turning 13
Turning 13, being young and dumb,
I fell to my knees, pleading "Drums! Drums! Drums!"
Both of them said "No gifts and no games
Until you decide to improve your grades."
I wondered confused, and even dismayed;
"Can they do this to me on my birthday?"
I yelled and screamed so they could hear and see
That they were unfair; I'd gotten straight C's!
They seemed just fine with a heartbroken child;
They knew I wanted drums---they'd known awhile,
So i just wouldn't talk to them awhile;
I'd say "Screw school!" and flunk out with a smile.
Many years have passed, and I still sometimes smile,
Especially when kind people fill my cup.
Both of them died---they were tragically killed,
While I wasn't talking to them awhile.
I now only hope for warm days and luck,
'Cuz my heart still beats,
Without any drum.
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