Beat The Street Poem by Catherine Habbie

You are walking down the street with various shades of people,
Bells pealing from the church steeple.
You first wonder how, you wonder why
You decided to even try.
To walk, to saunter, to stride,
To let go of your little pride.
But the frenzy catches on,
And before you know it you are gone.
Every morn n every night,
To walk the streets, cross traffic lights.

People of all ages, from babes to sages.
Beating the fob, for points to rob.

Come home to see,
Where in the leader board we be.
It is a thrill, to go on that chart uphill.
To make your team win, play a meagre part.
With every gain, we forget the pain,
And are renewed as right as rain.
But a low score one day,
Makes you pray,
May it rain on the opponents the next day.


People of all ages, from babes to sages.
Beating the fob, for points to rob.

Beat their score,
Show them the door.
But eventually it is you who will win,
If you have managed to enrol kith and kin.
If not from Decathlon a prize,
Surely at least an increase in your friend circle size!

People of all ages, from babes to sages.
Beating the fob, for points to rob.

But most importantly burn,
The cholesterol that makes your heart churn.
So in the end it is win win win,
Walking is no more a sin sin sin!

People of all ages, from babes to sages.
Beating the fob, for points to rob.