People Have To Live Their Own Lives Poem by Ana Monnar

‘Twas minutes before the wedding
Gorgeous preparations in place
Father and bride talk – entering
“You are still in time, walk away.”
I am sure I’m going though this
People have to live their own lives
Inward bound both walk down the isle
Family and friends gently smile
Not a one had a big sad frown
After the promise and a kiss
Both husband and wife became one
Roses, candles, music playing
Hot dinner, drinks, photograph too
Decades together – love unites
Through good quality and bad times
‘Til death do us part no man can
tear – separate no matter what