And The Band Played On

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The majority of my poetry comes from the loss of loved ones. This particular one deals with the loss of my father. Several of my poems are about him in some form or other as his death was one of the most profound experiences in my life aside from the health issues of my son.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

The parade of tears came down my street
like the waves of a roaring ocean.
Deep and deadly it crashed and roiled,
knocking about everyone in it's path.
But who could escape the clashing cymbals of sobs
or the rythmic drumming of a broken heart?
I was not inclined to be the "Conductor",
only an innocent bystander,
watching the parade pass by.
Yet the music of grief held me captive
and I led the way swinging and swaying
with the music of my misery.
And even as the end of my street drew near,
the band played on.

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And The Band Played On

12:51 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
The majority of my poetry comes from the loss of loved ones. This particular one deals with the loss of my father. Several of my poems are about him in some form or other as his death was one of the most profound experiences in my life aside from the health issues of my son.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

The parade of tears came down my street
like the waves of a roaring ocean.
Deep and deadly it crashed and roiled,
knocking about everyone in it's path.
But who could escape the clashing cymbals of sobs
or the rythmic drumming of a broken heart?
I was not inclined to be the "Conductor",
only an innocent bystander,
watching the parade pass by.
Yet the music of grief held me captive
and I led the way swinging and swaying
with the music of my misery.
And even as the end of my street drew near,
the band played on.

0 comments: