Tired streamers fall all around.
Burst ballons, refuse on the ground.
Scent of smoke still lingers on
telling a tale of revelers gone.
Carpets stained from dancing feet
Couches disheveled, a latent heat.
The stereo silenced, CD's unbound
music and dancing, ghosting around.
Here was a party, laughter and joy
For a pretty girl and her golden boy
But the party its over all but the mess
And returning the evenings fancy dress.
Fifty years from now they'll remember the date.
The wedding party, their ecstatic state.
And hold each other so lovingly
As they say goodnight so tenderly.
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