Induction Ceremony
Watch the rock and rollers
With their bellies and their wigs,
Playing songs performed at
Oh-so-many early gigs.
The keyboards and guitars still sound
Real good, though maybe slower
Yet their voices simply cannot reach
The high range or the lower.
Blown-up photos from the past,
Not meaning to, are mocking
Their current selves who do their best
To do their roll and rocking.
The audience, all old as well,
Belt out, with zeal and passion,
The lyrics they remember
From when tie-dye was in fashion.
The music bubbles in my blood;
I watch and I’m transported,
But find it sad attempts to bring
The past to life are thwarted.
*Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction
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