Everyone Sang Poem by John Agandin

It was a beauteous night, and dusty
And we were all mum and droopy
Whilst the preacher droned on
And the rest of the world lived on

An expectant harmattan swirled around
As stemmed waters must feel bound
Yet gyrating as one tickled in erogenous places
On and on and on towards the climax

The cold outside threatened to come in
And we held our sweaters to ourselves
As we gazed at the clock ahead
Inching ever closer to the new birth

Suddenly everyone's tongue was loosed
Everyone's voice was lifted in praise
And sang in generous grateful tones
As we leapt in joyous ecstasy

Turning round and about,
We embraced and hugged and waved
And with beamish smiles
Hailed each in greeting...'Bein paali! *'

Life and beauty poured out as at sunrise
And my secret heart glowed with love
And gratitude for life, family, friends
Oh that the singing would never end!