The grass isn't always greener

8/23/09
Your party,
I used to go to your party
Your party has style
it has last minute invites
the promise of bottomless kegs,
hazy dancing,
and someone to go home with
The people at your party are in a trance
profound beings attend
who "hate the man"
and "listen to Bob Marley"
and attitude of anger falls
when the kegs eventually run dry
but that's okay
there is another one of your parties
just down the street

My party is potluck style
dollar tree decorations
last minute arrivals
at my party the red cups hold soda and juice
they are always full
there is no trace of alcohol
and no one asking for it
the people you meet tonight will remember your name tomorrow
they will remember the conversations you had
under the bright lights
while every one's favorite song plays
there are good solid hugs
"room for Jesus" on the dance floor
and happy people all around

My party won't leave you feeling empty in the morning
There will never be another party like mine
it cannot be duplicated
you can come to my party
if you leave your party behind.