Reasons For Attendance

 The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative,
Draws me a moment to the lighted glass
To watch the dancers - all under twenty-five -
Solemnly on the beat of happiness.


- Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke and sweat,
The wonderful feel of girls.
 Why be out there ?
But then, why be in there? Sex, yes, but what
Is sex ? Surely to think the lion's share 
Of happiness is found by couples - sheer

Inaccuracy, as far as I'm concerned.

What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell
(Art, if you like) whose individual sound
Insists I too am individual.

It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well,

But not for me, nor I for them; and so
With happiness.
 Therefor I stay outside,
Believing this, and they maul to and fro,
Believing that; and both are satisfied,
If no one has misjudged himself.
 Or lied.

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