Rock Concert

I live on a stage where

The crowds all stare with expectant eyes

At me and my guitar.

I stand, stock still,

Until a friendly hand rests on my shoulder.

I smile at the bassist, the drummer

And tentatively play the first chord.

I live on a stage where

The crowds all stare with expectant eyes

At me and my guitar.

We soon have them swept away by the music

But our legs begin to ache

So we turn around, go backstage

Before playing our next number.

Assignment: Write a metaphor poem about your life.