The March Goes On With The Drums Rollin Poem by Timothy Long

The marching goes on, the marching goes on, with a theme and beat the drums go a rolling, stomping continue as the parade goes up in a flame, why march in violence when there is peace, rolling down Bouvard brave, times are changing but we never change, changing the beat that never escapes but can't be found, no plan or march goes without a beat and style, no wondering of mysteries about with fascination no doubt, no scarshess as everything is there, missing the plan as the time marches on, what's going on, players yonder as the musicians ponder, firefighters and the military strong zonder on, as I ponder looking on, amusement was high as the sadness was low, the marching goes on, the marching goes on, with a theme and beat the drums go a rolling, as the times they are a changing.