There I was,
Stood up at the front,
I was sweating.
The doors swung open,
I saw heaven and glee,
All my worries were left behind me,
She walked up the aisle,
like an angel just been born.
I was happy,
My friend was there for me,
I saw two little cherubs,
Behind the dress,
One with the confetti,
One with the ring.
A voice was in my head,
Which was one of hers,
When she said yes.
The vicar said his words,
She looked awful and rough,
I whispered to her,
Whats wrong with you,
She started crying,
Mascara was running down her cheeks.
A minute later I was alone with the best man,
I was furious and confused,
Where did I go wrong?
People called me a failure,
I should of took care,
They now call me the man of despair.
And now people make poems about the Man the Suit and the Ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem