The Wedding

In this chapel, ten by eight A wedding. Guests- ghosts from the past Crowded – stood mute. Before the alter of life I stood Waiting. Wedding March played In silence – For all gathered Were deaf. Do thee, Bala, take her For your wife? Will you, Bala, care for her Feed her, clothe her, cherish her Till death sets thee apart? I do, I said, I will Till death sets us apart. You may then kiss The bride- and I kissed- Solitude, I wed thee To be with thee forever and ever Till death sets us apart.