THE GANG

'The Old Gang'  by  Trish

This gang have been with me, forever and a day.

They just stand there staring; have they naught to say?

They stay behind the curtain, just out of sight,

Before anyone can bless themselves, it's opening night.

When the show gets rolling, and the tension's about to build,

Still they stand and say nothing, but, at tension they are skilled 

The hold their breath so tightly, and do weird sorts of stuff,

I can't tell you what they do, I don't know, I bite the dust.

I open my eyes in puzzelment, wonder where I've been

Has there really been a performance, or was it just a dream?

I'll be out of this place soon,  I've really had my wack.
And when I do go! I know for sure I'm never going back.