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At the Theatre


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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