Of Long Days and a Chorus of Very Mature Voices

As i type.
im in the Victoria concert hall.
and im tired from a days work.
and im listening to at least 50 senior citizens sing.

btw, 50 is the minimum age.

this is not a ageist post.

cuz im wondering.
when im that age.
and if my desire for singing doesn't die.

would i be there?

so now imn sleepy.
no disrespect.
but if the tone deafs would step aside.
there are really a few gems to be found.
but its like looking for a needle.
or needles in a haystack.
a cacophony of voices.
and it takes real effort to single out the better voices.

recycled singers.
recycled dancers.
recycled uniforms.
recycled moves.

still.
its a fine performance for its class.
when the dancers eyeball each other to egg.
the other into moving the same way.
due to lack of practice.

im not making sense now.
and i need to study.
help....

help........

help...................

helpppppppppppppppppppppppppp




woofing off.

(speaking in native tongues can be fun!)


p.s. my mum can sing :)