Pithing my fulcrum

I do not know
Why until now
I have failed to see this
How did I miss such bliss?

Some old man
With a wizened mane
Once whispered to me
A little statement with glee

He said,
And when I remember I go sad
My son don’t worry about the wedding day carriage
But pray and worry about the marriage

The ecstasy is in the day event
Happiness is in the life event
I remember this lesson
Though I can’t recall the person

So the inauguration
Was the celebration
Now comes the hard call
Can we turn the pole?

Can this fulcrum positively pitch?
And render a bountiful pith?
Me thinks we have no option but to together row
So that our land doesn’t blow

My pith my Lord