Powers That Remain Potent
A night of perfect chaos
As forty years unpeel
Is that the same equipment?
It cannot all be real
A couple of new faces
And locks all sparse, or gray
But still each fan's pulse quickens
And voices shout 'Hooray!'
New voices mouth the lyrics
Strange fingers find the chords
They must do that one, surely
To please the baying hordes
It's just as we'd remembered
Imagined and foreseen
Old mem'ries reawakened
As by a time-machine
| Contributors: | TG, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 4th April 2006 by TG. |