The beat marches on like a mallet to
a fearless drum.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump: all through
the echoing song, and then it comes.
The wailing cries of violins that
tell a tale of woeful life.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
The chellos come in like a cat
to the mat: soft and dreary, but content.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
Then the rest of the orchestra joins in the strife
and the world knows who is the saddest instrument.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
And the drums slow.
Thu----thump. Thu--------thump.
And dies by its foe.
Thu----------thump. Thu-...
And dies by its foe.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
