At the Concert
The concert hall was fully packed,
A sizzle in the air.
I’d waited oh, so many years
To finally make it there.
At last they dimmed the chandeliers
And, strutting out on stage,
Guitar in hand, was he whose voice
Has not succumbed to age.
He started strumming and the crowd
Went crazy with delight,
Enthusiasm climbing
To the most audacious height.
My son and wife were there with me
To make up for the fact
They’d never seen him either;
(Opportunities they’d lacked).
My grandson clapped excitedly
To songs he mostly knew.
Like most of Raffi’s audience,
He’s 8 months more than 2!
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