By BernardYoung

The Last Guitar

We handed our tickets in
to the man at the gate
and made our way across the field
and stood at a polite distance.

At first our mood was buoyant,
expectant, nervous.
There was excitement in the air.
We were ready to sing and dance
and to applaud wildly.

But we’ve been standing here
for two hours, now,
waiting for something to happen.

I think most people
are ready for home again.
I know I am.

Walk Don't Run

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