The Drummer Poem by Jefrey Smith

Theres a lady over there
see her sitting in that rocking chair
from early morning to late night
All she does is sit, rock and stare
shes got a million questions
that no one can ever answer

Once she had a child
blonde hair, hazel eyes, a voice so mild
And you can see the tear from her eyes
cross her lips that never smile

And up in the distance
shadowed by the haze
Theres a drummer
who plays and plays and plays

And that old man walking by the park
he doesnt dare enter til way after dark
it isnt from fear he just likes the solitude
Really hes waiting for his dog to bark
But the dogs dead
shot in the head

And up in the distance
standing as if dazed
the drummer
just plays and plays and plays

And all the people in the town
claim they dont hear a sound
but the woman knows they lie
it really makes her sad
but it dont help to cry
And the man he hears it too
but he doesnt want to be called a fool
So he just nods his head and agrees
But the lady can look in his eyes
and the man is sure she sees

Up in the distance
smiling as he plays
there stands the drummer
And he plays and plays and plays