When The Party’s Over

When the partys over and deflated balloons litter the floor,

Will you in joyous tones cry out for more?

As the final guest, their face a mask slinks out the door,

Will you in a hearty voice exclaim, “this way of life I adore?”

When lingering odours of celebration sicken and appall,

Will you with equanimity the night’s events recall?

 

 

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