Melodies Of Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Noting the effects of drum beats as they continually beat
along with my heart, taking life down alleys and back
streets, looking for paths to heavenly enlightenment.

Knowing that they are few and far between, yet continuing
thoughts with a salve of some sort in the interim, finding
beauty in rhythm's energy, while taking in every thought in
sequence.

Nothing able to keep up with the steady beating of the drum,
as it continually pounds out the essence of our lives into
melodies being sung to us since childhood.

Eventually wandering away into distant lands of adversity.