Choir
As I walk through the door
I see something i never knew before
The people here know no bounds
Snd they do whatever it takes to make a sound
The pianist plays like it's his life
And the conductor pretends makes sure our sound is right
No matter where, the people change
But no matter what, the sounds the same
This music has always reached my ear
Even when i am not here.
This poem is about:
Me
My community