No Excuses

Excuse me if I prefer Dylan to Robert Frost,
B.B.King to L.Beethoven
or a sunset to painted cloth.

Forgive me too if I be just what I am,
when it seems like everybody
thinks I need to be like them.

Pardon me please if my tune might change it’s timing
or if form sometimes escapes
and not every lines a rhyming.

For it would be an awfully boring song if we all sang the same,
it’s differences that makes us each unique
and keeps interest in this game.