I remember our marriage
the horses, the carriage
the millions we spent on your gown

we threw out the book
the foundations we shook
as traditions came tumbling down

twas a modern affair
each sex treated fair
how silly now as I look back

for now I can see
that truly one’s free
accepting what fate made us lack

and as we grow old
in our palace of gold
by the fire we now reminisce

that what’s always stayed
is not gay parade
but values we sealed with our kiss

 

Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.


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8 Responses

  1. Joe Tessitore

    I owe the sense of this poem and half of its content to a co-writer who should have taken the lead on it, but chose to remain anonymous.
    We both thank you for your comments.

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  2. Joe Tessitore

    To C.B. (after watching your video) and to all,

    As I said above, the sense or sentiment of this poem isn’t mine.
    The sense of my poem was one of utter astonishment that this couple, now ensconced in the most traditional, exclusive, and entitled (literally by definition) of establishments, is now being held up to us as the exemplar of everything opposite. It takes my breath away on more levels than I can put my finger on.

    My co-writer brought me in for what I think was a necessary landing. It is important to remember that they are, after all, people, their ‘royalty’ notwithstanding.

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