The Food Of Life - Poem by Marc Krüger
At times the rumbling drums,
However loud and clear;
Beguile the gentle strums
That take away our fear.
Yet as it carries us from firma
On light orchestral wings,
To the next majestic aria
Life's opera but sings.
It washes us ashore,
When adrift in the austere.
It gives us might to soar,
Yes, this music that we hear.
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