Stepping Up To the Microphone
I walked with the Aura of confidence
like it wasn't pretend
Shoulders back
Chin up
as each leg would extend
Contemplating the kind of message
I wanted to send
A fair bit short of handsome
Yet was impeccably dressed
Would anyone be convinced?
I hoped they'd be impressed
Up to the podium
Ready for my speech
The microphone crackled
My voice came out as a screech
More than a bit embarrassed
I was redder than a peach
I sat and cleared my throat
Adjusted the glasses on my nose
Picked up where I left off
as I crossed all of my toes
The crowd started to encourage me
As to my feet I finally rose
Soon I had forgotten
Moments earlier I had froze
So if you ever find yourself
in such an awkward place
Take all the time you need
it's a speech, it's not a race
The audience wants to help you
Those who have done it know your pain
If they together encourage you
You'll be able to do it again
With more practice comes confidence
In the end it won't be pretend
You are the one and only you
With a special message to extend.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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