The media savvy, actors, the shy, musicians, the talkative, those with a political stance

The film buffs, creative souls burying their head into their coffee, D.J.s, idealistic, energetic and bold.

Those who take others by the hand, lead them past chairs and tables ready to dance

And those who just visit infrequently to shelter in winter from the Mersey cold.

The Guild square is home to the trials, tribulation, the laughter, tears and the dramas

The dramatic, the beat of a drum, the miscue, the charity drives and loud conversation,

Sweet talking lovers, the plotting, the heated discussion and thoughts of African farmers

Spoken by every tongue, race, creed and colour of every possible nation.

This Guild they know will be hidden away

A dust sheet will cover its golden soul for a time.

A make-over for the old lady’s blade, a new foil.

The Guild will return in glory and future generations will play

And learn that this place will always be instrumental and prime

To be a friend and ease a Liverpool University student’s toil.

Ian D. Hall