Wedding Guest

You’re neither bride or groom this day, nor parents of the same,

Yet you have been invited for you have the family name,

Or you are friends or neighbors; close enough to be the best,

Yes, you have been selected on their day; an honored guest.

The bride she is so busy now with worries of the day,

To gather all her bridesmaids with their hair in disarray,

The groom he rises sleepily with portent and a glower,

With singular true purpose now; be ready on the hour.

But, we the guests are waking now with thoughts of every kind,

Of little ones, or adolescence now are brought to mind,

The picnics and the lake side times, and games out on the lawn,

And, conversations forming them within our mind are drawn.

We cannot stop a drop of time for on and on it goes,

As through the hour glass of life the sand it flows and flows,

But, now a wedding guest are you; a time to reminisce.

And, wish for them life’s blessings, and a day of wedding’s bliss!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 24, 2012