At the Theatre
by Robert Neest
Below the shining ceiling spanned above
Inside the tiny loges spread around
A young girl with her mother sitting down
Is waiting the beginning of the play.
She’s wearing a new dress she bought last week
With fancy haircut that she likes so much
And rising from her seat with prying eyes
She wants to see it all, to hear it all.
Two ladies speaking loudly behind her,
A sitting couple holding their hands,
A group of standing men in front of her
Are making a low murmur to expand.
The chatting stops and all are sitting down,
The lights are dimming everywhere around
And leaning back in her soft cosy chair
The girl can now relax, the play is on.
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