The Little Drummer Boy
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum
Even as the salty tears began to flow
Standing all alone
As the Heavens rains began to pour
Yet still, he played
With somber upon his face
While the world about him
Continued to fade away....
Drumsticks made of flames
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings
Amid, todays, shades....
He played and he played and he played
But no one wanted to dance
Because no one could hear, or see
Nor, did they ever understand?
Standing all alone
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days
While humanity bathed, within its moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Underneath the blinking sun!
Living, but dying....
Within these evaporating dreams
But still, he played, rap tap tap
As the end of tears, continued to fall
Yet, again, they could not see, nor did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?
Though some did, oh, how they loved him so....
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The Little Drummer Boy!
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009
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