It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks
watched the beautiful couple
dance to old standards
and new songs that made no sense
The old folks knew though,
that the first sign of growing old
is when you stop understanding pop music
So they didn't confess their bewilderment
to anyone, and kept applauding
Soon the hypnotic rhythms of the day
reignited a dormant fire in their bones
and smiles broke out on grouchy faces,
and the occasional tear flowed down a crusty cheek
The teenage couple kept dancing
without a care in the world
Secure in the knowledge
that this will never happen to them
Author notes: WC 108 Prompt is Chuck Berry's Teenage Wedding https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaxxrrUXKMo https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783259-Rhythm---Rhymes---no-particular-place-to-go
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