Old Drum Beats

As I was walking along the road,
I saw it; the little shed, and around it flowed,
Lines of ivy, curling, twirling, swirling,
Around the door, through the ceiling
The windows were dusty,
But the sun shone brightly,
So I rubbed away a circle, and peered inside,
And found another world so different from the outside.

An old set of drums lay, no longer played,
The silence held them, access denied,
But imagine the past they had,
A beat that was not too bad!
They’re beat is now lost, gone,
Just like the young boy, his life fully drawn,
Entertained by other thoughts and dreams,
But, hopefully he’ll realize dreams aren’t all they seem.