The gathered few share tales and songs
As drinks are poured and memories raised,
And all join in, and all belong.

The tunes fly past the nearby throng,
Some are left cold, others amazed.
The gathered few share tales and songs.

There is no right, there is no wrong,
Songs are enjoyed and not appraised,
And all join in, and all belong.

Some know their craft, their voices – strong
With rounded tone – are neatly phrased.
The gathered few share tales and songs.

Some, though unconfident or young,
Still play their part, receive their praise,
And all join in, and all belong.

And when all voices sing along,
The rafters of the roof are raised!
The gathered few share tales and songs,
And all join in, and all belong.

© Rich Clarkson, 2016