WHEN I WAS A SINGERA Poem by Phil Roberts
Just in the pubs and clubs
Humping our own gear around Seemingly, always upstairs For weddings and birthday parties Sorting out miles of wires Well-worked practise But when those amps were turned on With an audible amplified thud As switches are flicked And their lights gaze like tiny red eyes That's when I am ready First number and the drums and bass Connect to create new heartbeats And now I'm into it Not the man in the mill anymore I'm the frontman for the band And the music soars through me As the night goes on and grows The crowd has grown and is dancing Gaining energy from the music And feeding it back to us in turn Now THIS is being alive And so it was By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 29, 2016 Last Updated on August 29, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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