I”m Not Gone

I’m not gone ya know,
                        the meter and the flow,
               I’m in the tick and the tock,
                               of every clock,
                          the kids rappin on the street,
                               listen to their beat,
               rhyming with a reason,
rhyming to season,
                    lives in the cold,
outside the fold.
Slow.
Im not gone ya know.

                      I’m not a dead beat,
just hiding on the street,
         rhyming with the living,
taking and giving,
                      the insult I’ve forgiven,
          but I will not forget,
not yet.
                     Ya cant wipe me out,
           cause I scream and shout.
Slow.
I’m not gone ya know.

                         I’m still here ya know,
                just gone under ground,
          to make a different sound,
the thump of the hammer,
                       the grind of the jammer,
                         the bells in the spire,
           voices of the choir.
Slow.
Im not gone ya know.

                                Poets said no,
                 I said lets go,
           l’m not gone ya know.
I stll make my rhyme,
                            it aint a crime,
            fashion hates me,
consigned me to history,
                               but I held tight,
            I seen the light.
          Don’t wreck my head,
cause rhyme  is dead,
Long live thyme.
Slow.
I’m not gone ya know.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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