Remember what it feels like to be the 10th man?
An importance that just seems so fine!
But what is the sense I’m expected to feel,
When I’m also number one through nine?
On Shabbos I got
And every one I got was for
I looked around so I could thank the gabbai,
Then I realized that the gabbai was ME!!
Now catching a little nap by the drash,
Is a thing I must admit that I love,
But what do I do if I’m the gabbai,
And the congregant, and also the Rav?
Before Musaf I thought it would go unnoticed,
So I stepped out for a little breeze on my lawn,
But when I peeked into the window I was horrified,
For the whole congregation was GONE!
At Pesukei d’Zimra I got a text,
So I figured if I peek who would yell?
But I froze in my tracks at the nightmarish thought,
Of an ENTIRE shul playing with their cell!
Now who would ever have imagined,
That from a SHUL we must all stay away,
No Davening, no learning, no announcements,
No kedusha, no kiddush, no Yehai Shmai!!
But I assure you when shuls finally open,
I’ll smile broadly at the first shul-goer I greet!!
Even if he taps me on my shoulder,
To tell me that I’m sitting in his seat!
