Ah, spring! When young men’s fancies lightly turn to mortgages, SUVs and fond farewells to all-night poker parties. But not all young men. Let us give a moment’s thought to the plight of the also-rans – bachelors whose complacency has, once again, led to their comeuppance.
Wait ’til next year? This isn’t a game, you know. Or is it?
Following is a tribute – if you want to call it that – from my barrel of wedding toasts, this one not so subtly aimed at the guys still flying solo.
or, Portrait of a Lovely Young Museum Curator on Her Wedding Day
This treasurer’s been on public
Within museums walled,
While ’round about her, so life
Works on those walls enthralled.
How blind we are to breathing
How glazed our fleeting gaze,
When we look past one such as
At pictures to appraise.
How could we miss the beauty
As we sought perfection –
And yet applaud far lesser works
Housed in some collection?
Too late, this vision framed in
We deem unparalleled,
For she’s be, “from this day
Very… privately… held.