Echoes of the Drumbeat

 

We heard all ourselves

We need not be told,

The reminder is good

But would have been better 

If the good deeds lasted

You can savour them yourself

There is little left behind

Of little things meant for us

With good intentions they lasted

And like echoes of a drumbeat

Lasting longer and stronger;

We feel the beat our hearts are warmed 

Moments we’ll rather savour

Sounds now made 

But gone with the wind

And soon forgotten

But like the beautiful sound 

Of a drumbeat, the echo remains;

You need not trump

For good deeds speak for themselves.

- Bempillar Awuapila