As i walk down the street
I can’t disregard the beat
The beat of a life
that continues despite all
that never thinks of tomorrow
that is never limited by sorrow
here it is
yesterday in blues
today in its merriest
this afternoon in jazz
the other in oldies
who knows for tomorrow what to choose
as if your wounds are healed with sunrise
weird are you, the street beat
surviving despite all
hope we’ll learn from you one day
to stand up and live the beat
so that when day under the soil we’ll lay
we’ll hear the beat say
“they lived the beat every day!!!!”
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