Colin

Shiny but not reflective
Rough but not abrasive
Weighty but not heavy
Happy but not excited
Asymmetrical but not unbalanced
It was a gift from my father
Welded by his own hands
Made with his own love
This gift I cherish
I hold with my own love
It likes to drum and play all day
Never does It stop
It stands in its own world among ours
Always happy, always content
Unbothered by everything
It reminds me of my father
The way he, himself plays the drums
With all the passion, with all the love
It captures my dad
I call it Colin