A Different DrumA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
I look for a different drumbeat. Yet, I cannot control my feet. The sound keeps pounding in my head. The same old rhythm round and round. Like clouds of thunder, same old sound. Did I get lazy? Or am I going crazy? Words, they become my thoughts. Really though, I don't seem to mind. Am I going blind? Everything is getting hazy. Or did I just get lazy? Need to clear the air. Do I dare? Does anybody care? © 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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