A foolish young man asking, “Will you?”
to the girl he has put on a tie for,
reads a famed bill of fare “that’ll kill you!”
and course after course to die for!

And the windows beside him now give her
the skyscrapers, stack upon stack,
and she casts her eye over the river
at a million glass eyes winking back.

And now I know why he looks worried.
These things have been known to go wrong.
If it’s too slow or maybe too hurried,
her reply is, “So soon?” or “So long”.

But the eyes of his sweetheart are meeting
that strong, copper lady, designed
to look into the morning with greeting
and meet with acceptance, mankind;

who still holds her torch to the ocean,
saying Yes to the new world and old
and bestows all her grace and devotion
to the man who gets lucky and bold.

So another new nuptial’s beginning.
The worried young man now sits tall.
The dark cocktail pianist’s grinning
a black smile - the whitest of all.