The Usher
A Broadway play, a matinee,
Two seats right on the aisle.
The highest row, but even so,
We both left with a smile.
The show was sad, yet we were glad
For every great performer
Was new to us and, as a plus,
What made us feel much warmer
Was meeting John, a paragon
Among all theater ushers.
He made us laugh, unlike some staff
Who only act as shushers.
It’s kind of rare to really share
An unforeseen connection,
But our good luck relied on pluck
And also, seat selection!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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