The Drum Beats Out Of Time

I miss my younger self, walking bold, feet planted firm and strong

I miss my undaunted spirit wind that once blew my soul's steadfast ship

For now my heart and feet play a slower drumbeat to the march of time

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We plan, yet life blows our sails in it's own direction, thwarting our goals

I have thundered, roared, loved, fought, won, lost and grieved to the drums

I miss my younger self, walking bold, feet planted firm and strong

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Music which once moved my feet in joyous rhythm, now sings melancholy

Still, I hum it to myself, between wars, strife, chaos and world's uncertainty

For now my heart and feet play a slower drumbeat to the march of time

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The sails of time catches in my throat, my tears welling up, not spilling over

I swallow it whole. What use is pity, when life still breathes breath. Though

I miss my younger self, walking bold, feet planted firm and strong

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Flowers and butterflies may await, lingering in the heart-wood agarwood

My dark perfumed and fragrant essence slowly being harvested by time

For now my heart and feet play a slower drumbeat to the march of time

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I will listen to the wind and trees call each other, moon and sky convulsing

Bending, I retrieve my shadow, sorrow drooping my shoulders, birds silent

I miss my younger self, walking bold, feet planted firm and strong

For now my heart and feet play a slower drumbeat to the march of time