Good Night Parents
At the rehearsal dinner last night,
it was the parents I worried about.
With everyone so full of emotion,
the fragile fifty-year-olds
concerned themselves; that's all.
The early years and the later years
seem so filled with reckless buoyance:
good night, parents, and thanks
for neither being young nor old.
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