Streetlife Poem by Graham Eccles

Why should I move?

What have I got to prove?

I only move to the groove.



Can’t stay on this street!

Time to move my feet!

But I just want to move to the beat.



“Move on.” Says the Cop

Empty your pockets!

What have you got?



Who are you to search me?

Can’t you just let me be?

I only want to sit under this tree!



Why are you telling me to move?

What have YOU got to prove?



Why can’t we both,

Just move,

To the groove?