Hats Off


For Joyful Voice many hats you’ve donned.

Under the hat of conductor you've truly shone,

To effortlessly transform and transport us along

As all Joyfully sing ‘round this orb and beyond.

Able to take a look at ourselves after obvious mistakes

Thanks to ‘The Man in the Mirror’, laughter, belly aches.

If not for you what would we do? 

We comprise a quirky instrument with a dash of naysayer.

You are the optimist, maestro, cheerleader and player.

It all comes together when it's time to perform.

Heartwarming applause has become the norm.




© David Girard 19/03/15

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