King Of The Castle Poem by GRANT FRASER

She was the king
of the castle,
but looked partly
androgynous,

But her hair
was up,
and you could say
she had strong
legs like a football
player,

The world
hasn't really changed,
it just wasn't as obvious
to me back then,

That girls who take on
the attributes of boys,
sometimes fail to see us
in other ways,

For instance I always
felt stupid as a young boy,
or that i lacked a certain
fibre,

Although I wanted really
to join the gang,

But girls just took away
all my intention,
they didn't have to try
to hard to look pretty,

This natural essence
confounded me to no end,
necks shoulders eyes ears
fingers toes bellies,
each and every part with
a life of it's own!

That this is multifaceted,
played out from every angle,
drove me mad with enquiry!

She is a King of the Castle,
of course she is,
and for everything you want to do,
at close range,
a mystery of necessity,

And as you get older,
time refines,
but the face cracks!
and all elements
are pitched against you,

Mirror Mirror where is the
fountain of youth? ,
well, where it always was!
in our own true rare moments,

Shine on, old man!
the road should be less tragic,
with so much knowledge
to unearth,
I have already passed myself
umpteen times,

You are the king though,
nature had it that way,
you have to be studied,
looked at, and defined,
beauty is a painful inheritance...