Stepping out

We’re not 

Special people 

We don’t tread the boards

Entertaining 

The masses 

Waiting for the 

Curtain 

To lift 

And fall

We don’t have the 

Mic

At our beck and call

Ready to hypnotise 

With our song

Our words don’t 

Change the world 

Our steps don’t change 

The future 

We are 

Ordinary folk 

Stepping out the

Day

And 

In our own way

Dancing through the night 

You might not 

Notice 

Me 

As you pass by

Might not 

Scream 

Buy my records

Throw your knickers 

But we still 

Tap out the 

Beat of 

Our day

Our lives 

Our rhythm 

And if you 

Stop the noise

Turn off the 

Record player

Stop imagining 

You’re someone 

Else 

And listen 

You just might 

Recognise 

The sound of the 

Not so muffled 

Drum 

Beating out

You life 

Your dreams 

Your drama

And you 

Just might 

Change the 

World

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Ghazala lari

Fri 4th Jun 2021 02:40

Humility is the best garment a person could wear. Beautiful poem?

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