It was expected to belong. <br />A boy who has his sights <br />aimed high, <br />who aims to make <br />his parents proud, <br />will show respectability <br />and rise above the common folks. <br /> <br />It was the driving force <br />that made me join the choir, <br />a voice of mediocre quality <br />would not disgrace the school <br />as it was mixed into the crowd <br />of screaming baritones, <br />of pubescent basses and the lone <br />and rather spindly looking pallor <br />who, as a rarity, was an essential tenor. <br /> <br />When teenage vocal cords perform, <br />there is an awe that settles in the hall, <br />or auditorium, it clings to dusty walls <br />and rests among the cobwebs of the past. <br />And hearts pick up their happy beat <br />as if to shout about their sheer invincibility, <br />each ear, as it partakes the sum of all, <br />of loud, angelic voices oh, so pure, <br />claims ownership of the collage of tones <br />impressed and stirred to greater deeds, <br />while restless eyes now roam, subdued <br />search rows of colleagues in the amber light <br />until they find that pair of mellow molecules, <br />look back into the innocence of all, <br />and tiny promises now sing a melody.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-high-school-choir/
