Does Pride Ooze From His Eyes

Silver and glitz, Satin and gold, Place oozes with joy, A pearl-laden crowd. Four men standing. Grinning like half-eaten moon pies One holy man, somber and straight. A fancy woman walks in escorted by her son. Three chorus girls make their descent, in matching dresses. A little pink-laden girl with fancy petticoats prances past, Dragging an uneager pouty boy along. The crowd murmurs, softly. The long anticipated song begins. Everyone stands. Turns. Hoping to have a glimpse of the veil-clad princess Who is hanging on to the suit of her father. Not me. I always turn and look at the groom. That’s the real show. Are his cheeks alcoholic red? Does he look like he’s ready to hurl? Or is he bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed? Does pride ooze from his eyes as he watches his bride? This tells me so much about what kind of Life she will have after the Big day.