Carrying On Poem by Patrick Keenan

I might not be here
but if you listen
in the morning mist
you can hear quite clear
in the sweet low moan
that I'm carrying on

You might not see me
with your eyes
but if you dance
there's more than a chance
as you spin around
I can be found in my disguise
of the air surrounding
that I'm carrying on

We might not be
in one another's arms
but our steps
are not far apart
from where we did start
and if you jingle jangle your charms
and start humming to yourself
you can feel me
in the drumming
and know
that I'm carrying on