Event Staff - poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Event Staff

What if we are never the stars of our lives
Or even the audience for our show
But always staff, dutiful event staff
Important, but not as much as we think

Moving chairs for others to sit upon
Selling tickets at the parish-hall door
Spaghetti supper for the Something-Youth
And their yearly convention in Houston

And finding Mrs. Grumpy’s misplaced purse –
Event staff – we are our own autographs