Drum rolls play upon the mind
and this is not a sheer disgrace
for one who moves according to
the rhythms of denial.
Denial is fast and circles one
within the sphere of catchy beats
that tap the feet, hands, fingers, mind,
deep into thinking this is right.
But soon and sooner than is thought
denial leaves the man-made stage
and all is quiet where once the tone
of all I chose to see, believe.
It’s not easy then to tap alone
to beats that soul has now disowned
and so finally and faintly comes
the lilting and so sweet refrains
of one unheard above the rolls.
To tilt the head and listen then
perhaps too late but maybe not
for ‘tis decreed that lifetimes yield
a chance to tap to different beats.
And so it is sweet melodies
that capture mind when all is quiet
but in the time of living now
survival taps to loud drum rolls!