Beat Goes On Poem by Jason Jackson

Bonfire in my solar plexus, fire in my loins,
mild pulse beating in my middle-aged heart,
former rage is now cooled through family life
and I want the beat to go on

Frustrations of my younger self
wrongs that I could've put right
I come to set my market stall straight
and I need the beat to go on

The body bag is still lying empty,
there is still fast blood, flowing in these veins,
my heart is still full of deep-longing
listen to the beat going on

The hair is now fraying & sparse,
the skin is now rippled, like the sea
the pace is now steady, but slower,
beat, beat, missed beat, beat