When the years of being queen come to an end
When everything that you used to become threatened
Your crown, your throne and your rod
When you have no reason to dine no more
Even queens are human
You may claim power but does that power make you sleep at night?
When everynight you rest your head on your pillow all you think about is your enemies
When your biggest fear being your reigning years taken away and forgotten
Being replaced by the more beautiful and younger queen
When your authority is drowning
And ur king has got no eyes for you anymore
Because the new queen is to be crowned soon
At this point make up has ran out of options
Your servants seem to be giving you commands
Even those who were loyal to you have got no say
Your wisdom is your only existance
Two options:
either stay fight the battle with you last strength and risk being thrown out of royalty in such a way that completely ruins your image
OR
Keep your pride, pack your bags and leave before it gets worse
What's it gonna be your majesty?
Considering that all Powers belong to God, I think the option that preserves ones dignity more is the later one - KEEP YOUR PRIDE, PACK YOUR BAGS AND LEAVE BEFORE IT GETS WORSE. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully written piece, Angy. Thanks for sharing Peace