The Karaoke Singer

He stands there and waits for the music to start

Its what’s in his veins and runs through his heart

With the mike in his hands and the lights shining bright

He starts to sing, for this is his night

He doesn’t do much for the other six days

Just works all he can, for the pittance that pays

But Saturday night and he is raring to go

He can sing to most songs, whether fast or slow

His favourite, he has none, every song is his prayer

And he can sing high or low, a gift that is rare

Well the audience are watching as the song it begins

And his fiance she listens, and smiles within

Well that went down well, and cheers once again

And its brightened the room, all day there’s been rain

And he waits for the next singer to take their place

For he knows them all by name and by face

He will listen and comment, whether bad or good

And sometimes his criticism is well understood

But it wont be long till he is singing, soon

And while he is waiting he whistles the tune

He looks round the bar, at the people he knows

And then to freshen up he turns and he goes

And he returns just as the smoke starts to linger

For this is the night of the karaoke singer

©sonofdel 2011

This poem is written for all those people brave enough to stand in front of a crowd, not for fame or for money, just because thats what they want to do.