Like ants on a hill
They looked for an entrance
As bodies convulsed
In the tightening crowd
They crushed towards the music
Gravitational pull
Their density made
An unbreakable wall
Condemned to the back
Where at least there was room
But without a good view
Of the band there was gloom
Yet the music was loud,
Energy so sublime
They couldn’t have said
That they had a bad time
A Life in Poems 