The Fate Of A Musician Comments

YES! its dedicated to me =]... your the one that got me into writing poems, i should be thanking you =] Its an awsum poem... love it love Samara xx

Driving through a desolate area of New Jersey We saw a bunch of cars at a roadside club Thought, why not, maybe they have someone performing Inside the place was jammed and quite Except for the drummer on the stage He beat those drums unmercifully without pause Prespiration ran freely as he called forth time after time The rhythm and the flashes of violence that had made him famous Gene Krupa was his name And he performed not for the money (yet I'm sure he needed it) But for the opportunity to play. If no one had been there, He surely would have been at his drums That was his life. So it is with you, Continue to play! s