The Drummer ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

There comes a time
In a man’s life
When he sits and remembers
He recalls his youth
And the years passed
His age has become

Somewhat of a burden
He smiles though
Remembering his days
Behind the drums
When his legs and arms
Were limber and pain free
He can tell you
Almost every place
He ever played
And close to every song
He misses those days

Days that have become
A part of his legacy
People will always remember
Hearing him play and sing
He and his old band mates
Were local heroes back then
At the Friendly Tavern
Gary has left this earth
But still playing weekends
At Cloud 47
Haven’t heard anything about Willie

The bass player
But he still has the photos
He treasures the 45 rpm record
They made back then at RCA Studios

In Montreal
Good local air play for

Suzie Streaker” and “To Lee With Love”
Those were the days

That an old drummer
Will never forget
He turned 76 on May 17th
Listening to the songs
They used to play

Feeling young again
If only for a day

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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