Love Poem: The Little Drummer Boy
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Written by: John Rhinem

The Little Drummer Boy

The little drummer boy....

He played this beat for you

But you could not hear

Still, he kept rapping upon that drum

Even as the salty tears began to flow

Standing all alone

As the Heavens rains began to pour

Yet still, he played

With somber upon his face

While the world about him

Continued to fade away....

Drumsticks made of flames

And Angels, that often sang

The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings

Amid, todays, shades....

He played and he played and he played

But no one wanted to dance

Because no one could hear, or see

Nor, did they ever understand?

Standing all alone

They laughed while he stood

Watching, the mountains melting into the sea

The stars, waving their forever goodbyes

To the shadows, upon the rise....

Beating his drum, to these end of days

While humanity bathed, within its moment

Frolicking within the merriments

Underneath the blinking sun!

Living, but dying....

Within these evaporating dreams

But still, he played, rap tap tap

As the end of tears, continued to fall

Yet, again, they could not see, nor did they hear

So, how could they have ever known?

Though some did, oh, how they loved him so....

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The Little Drummer Boy!