We are all comfortable in our red high-backed chairs <br />Our judgement respected, which nothing impairs <br />We listen intently to the loud faceless voices <br />As we consider who shall become our choices <br /> <br />We sit ever tighter and stroke our reputation <br />We even compare notes without affectation <br />For straining and errors we become glutton <br />As we implore the others to push the red button <br /> <br />We think “that’s a great voice” but our seats still don’t turn <br />And then a shameful feeling inside starts to burn <br />We can hear the yearning and can hear the passion <br />But are our selections determined by fashion? <br /> <br />If we picked that person would it make us uncool? <br />Might young people think us old fools? <br />We’d better just leave that button alone <br />Wait for a ‘hip’ voice to woo with it’s drone <br /> <br />So our advice to you singers with tones magic <br />Avoid this pre-ordained brush with the tragic <br />Don’t try and adapt to be in the vogue <br />Signed Will.I.Am, Wilson, Jones and Minogue<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voice-57/
