New year’s eve,
Brazilian style.
Nephews, nieces,
For a while.
If this don’t make,
You smile,
You’re not a child,
Inside.
I know you are.
You want to share,
But you’re going spare,
Inside.
They fill the room.
Different faces,
Foreign language.
You are just the groom,
But you get it.
That’s the way you are.
You don’t have enough,
To pay,
For the happiness,
You feel today.
Will it last?
The past is dead and buried,
Shredded, cast aside.
You have no pride?
I believe you do.
There is no telling,
Of what you do,
Next.
I am spelling,
It out for you.
Now, move along,
There is a queue.
