Standing At The Altar Poem by norman hale

As he stands at the altar
Waiting for his pretty bride
To come walking down the isle
In her gown so white

But, the limo outside
suddenly takes off down the street
And it only looks as if
She eloped with his friend pete

He just stands there at the altar
With his head hung in such shame
For he as so deeply in love
But she couldn't take his name

The crowd gets up
And slowly starts to leave
And they feel sorry for him
Wiping his heart on his sleeve

But then who's that?
In a gown walking in the door
None other than the bride
Still deciding what she wants for sure

And now everyone again
Wajks back to their seats
And outside pulls up the limo
But a different gal is with ol pete

Now they stare into each others eyes
As she is walking up the isle
And he knows it's all ok
As he sees that precious smile

Now their in front of the preacher
And slowly saying their vowels
Speaking their words of love
And promising their heres and nows

He is from a rich family
As she is from the side of poor
But love bound them together
By broken hearts that had been so tore

Now they're at the reception
Amongst family and friends
Praying this day will last
And this love never ends


Wrote 8/23/2007 by Norman Hale Jr.