To My Own Beat Poem by D.A. Woods

To My Own Beat



I march to my own beat,
swaggering past the deaf elite,
out of tune harmonies they discrete,
here I march on to my own beat.

Still I march on to my own beat
I pick my God, set in concrete,
rythymless souls who all retreat,
still I march on to my own beat.

Marching past with my own beat,
I love my own virtue - lets all conceit,
never allow charlatans to repeat,
marching past to my own beat.

Forever I march on to my own beat,
I could love you and make this symphony complete,
come on and taste, am lifes sweetmeat,
forever I march to my own beat.


If you see me strolling with cut feet,
ask for my hand - lets entreat,
join my ramble through lifes roads so sweet,
for I march on with my own beat.

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