The chairs were lined up,
One by one,
All in a row,
Ready to be shoved aside as
The music comes to a sudden stop
Giggles and chirps fade
As the party winds down,
The children not listening to a
Word of caution, not realizing
These parties last only for so long
The chairs still stand,
Still hold their own
Against time, yet
The silence dwells like a fog
And not a voice utters a syllable
October 9, 1997
