The Singing Exam - Poem by Angela Wybrow
A thrill of excitement runs down my spine;
Will I mess up, or will I be fine?
I have never sung a solo before,
And I may not want to any more!
There is now just over two weeks to go:
As each day passes, my anxiety grows.
To overcome my nerves, I just have to try;
I’m really hoping that I won’t feel too shy.
Inside my head, there’s excitement and fear,
As the big day itself draws increasingly near.
When I practise at home, it all goes okay,
But will it be like that on the big day?
It’s not like it’s a matter of life or death;
I need to remember to take a deep breath.
As I stand there alone and sweetly croon,
I just have to hope that I’m not out of tune.
I am really hoping that it all goes well.
I really hope that I can break out my shell.
It’s not like I am answerable to anyone:
At the end of the day, it is just for fun.
My two chosen songs, I so want to nail.
I’d be so disappointed, if I go and fail.
If, by some miracle, I do get a pass,
Then maybe this exam won’t be my last.
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