I was a drum

So they beat me

I was left numb 

They besieged me.

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No cymbals or set

One single drum

Filled with regret

For loving some.

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The beat moves on

Just like our lives 

The past is gone

Like some ex wives.

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I hold the sticks

Once handed out

No more cheap kicks

Boundaries about.

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A drumming snare

With sticks of oak

Much more aware

Of all that’s spoke.

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My head is tuned

The snares are right

Sadness consumed

Future looks bright…

-AAA 12/13/2024