Pocketful of Prose

Ring around her finger and her cheeks all red and rosy,
They exchange their vows and then quite unopposed he
Kisses her so gently, though not without intensity,
A tender treasured moment shared with this small audience.  We
Clap and give our blessing–a small gesture, though profound,
A sonic wave of thanking mixed with smiles all around:
Mere mortals trapped temporal, yet with no reason to frown,
Though dust’s to dust and ash to ash; we’ll fall but gain our crown.


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