Singing voice
They told me I couldn't sing,
And how I could have cried.
What was I to do
With this joy all trapped inside?
But I did not forget,
And when I was old,
I started a singing group
Of my very own.
We sang carols by candlelight
In frosty Rossmere Park.
While fairy lights and torches
Were glowing in the dark.
Then came back to practice;
My talent was in doubt.
Still, I held the key
So they couldn’t throw me out.
Two wonderful years,
With my good old friends.
And I’m looking for a chance
To do it all again.
Mary Treveil,
Ardrossan Road,