Senior choir regaled us with tunes
a collision of rickety voices
embracing a variety of keys
faltering at times
the next few words a mystery
even to the accompanist
sudden impromptu solosÂ
rising in falsetto tones
all of which thrust me
suddenly thirty years hence
one nursing home residentÂ
among my inmatesÂ
a captive audience. And yet
those old standardsÂ
could not fail to stir me to song
as will likely be the case
then as well.
