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The Rudiments

For Christmas my daughter gave me a practice pad
Along with a pair of drumsticks
Now I can play whenever I feel nostalgic or sad
I just need relearn the old licks

I still remember the rudiments itís almost ghostlike
As the rhythm echoes audibly
But as soon as I hit the notes itís like riding a bike
I didnít forget but Iím just wobbly

With technology and social media I have resources
I can pull up videos and learn
I can retrain my brain with all these online courses
Until my fingers bleed and burn

Iím an old man remembering a time now long gone
The way my snare drum harness hung
But itís slowly coming back to me, every single one
The rudiments make me feel young
Written by wallyroo92
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