Snooker and a Poem - "Crowds"

I've been watching the closing stages of the World Snooker, and its marvellous to see crowds back in to watch. I don't think I realised, until now, how much a difference it can make to an atmosphere, even watching it on TV. It would be lovely to think that this marked the beginning of things getting back to normal, at least in some capacity. We shall see. But greatest of all is to see the man who always sits in the corner, at the front, is back in his seat again after a year away.

The shouting is loud
It shivers down my spine
The roars of the crowd
Says that it may be a sign

That the return to normal life
Might now be coming true
Though it rests upon a knife
We've almost made it through

Sport doesn't really work
If there's no-one there to watch
To sigh, or go beserk
At triumph, or when they botch

So can we really dare
To hold our hopes high when
The man who's always there
Is back in his seat again