Oh, To Beat the Drum
By J S Monti
I heard it and followed.
The drummers beat.
It beckoned, I listened.
Ever moving with my feet.
Ever changing never dull,
The beat continues still.
Driving me near madness.
A burden on my will.
Some day I hope to learn to play,
My own beat to follow then.
The only question left to ponder,
Not how or why but when.
For I am just a pilgrim,
And the drummer but a Muse.
Who’ll lead me from the path I want,
Keeping me confused.
For life is such a miracle,
It wonders to discover.
And dancing to our own beat,
Will never make us wander
