Another Day for Someone Else, Again

The ribbons are ready, the flowers are bright, The room has been waiting for someone's big night. The candles are glowing, the music will play, The guests will remember this beautiful day. This park is alive with laughter and light, The afternoon carries the sounds of delight. The couples go strolling, the children run free, The world keeps on moving around quietly. I check every corner, I smooth every fold, Ensuring each detail still shines bright and bold. A dress and a bouquet, a smile and a prayer, Kate makes the moment perfect with care. I watch all their faces, I watch them all pass, Their laughter is dancing like clouds on the grass. Another fine evening, another day gone on by, Spencer sits smiling beneath open sky. It's a day for someone else, again, Another celebration, another old friend. Another life filled with laughter and cheer, Another reminder of another bright year. It's a day for someone else, again, Another new family, another walk in the rain. Life has a rhythm a story, a song, People keep finding just where they belong. I've stepped up to help out, I've adorned every aisle, I've lent a strong shoulder and every proud smile. I know all the customs, the favors, the names, The little traditions that stay just the same. I've learned all the faces that stroll through the park, The morning arrivals, the walks after dark. The couples who linger, the friends who meet there, The stories that happen without a worry or care. I gather the ribbons, I fold away lace, I leave every corner in its proper place. When everyone leaves and the music is through, I pack up the flowers and the memories too. I know every pathway, each tree and each stone, Each personal bench where I spend time alone. A quiet day passing, a peaceful dusk fades, One more gentle chapter in the life that I've made. Another bouquet, another tuxedo tie, Another album of pictures as the years pass me by. Another afternoon, another day filled with their glee, Another small moment of the things not for me. Two separate stories, two roads moving on, Two different chapters before they are gone. Two people passing through unremarkable days, Finding unremarkable histories in their own quiet way. Never knowing what tomorrow may bring... Never knowing the song they may someday sing. It's a day for someone else, again, Another celebration, another old friend. Another life filled with laughter and cheer, Another reminder of another bright year. It's a day for someone else, again, Another new family, another walk in the rain. Life has a rhythm a story, a song, People keep finding just where they belong. Another day passing... Another page turning... Another small moment... Another beginning... Waiting somewhere...