I pray for this poem
I pray for a song
I pray for a horn I can blow
I hear the drums
They tell the tale
The tale of missed opportunity
The drummer knows
He knows the music
He knows what’s human
He knows the frailty
He has shown up late
He has missed a beat
More than once he has lost his seat
But the jam goes on and so does he
He knows what’s human
No apology needed
That kind of stuff doesn’t keep you from heaven
He’s got his load
He’s carrying it, too
Next time he’ll try harder
He won’t miss what’s important
He’s sure of that now
He knows what a broken heart is all about
He’s learned a lot
He doesn’t want that black hole ache inside
He likes the rise. It makes him feel good
Like having a good bass supporting his beat and tempo
The poem goes on
Life goes on
Wounds heal
The drummer beats
The music flows
The savage is soothed
Stanski
December 30, 2019 ^
Steve Haarman 