Sunday, September 29, 2013

a poem by Liam Hickey

Drummer to Drummer

Life for me hasn't been
a nice drum set.

It had dented toms,

and old Sabian cymbals,

and a hole in the bass,

and a snare with no head -

gone.

But all the while

I still drum on it

and hitting it

and beating drumsticks on it

and sometimes I miss

where the timing gets rough.

So, drummer, don't you give up

don't drop your drumsticks

because it's hard to pick them up again.

Don't you give up

for I'm still hitting

And life for me hasn't
been a nice drumset.

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