The script was given in time
It's too heavy and really a challenge.
He was chosen as the King.
He cried, and he wants to tell the Playwright
“Give me a small part in your massive drama,
As I am a born pauper.
The crown isn't fit for my head
And I am scared of the sword.
The rough shining dress tingles my soul
And I shall feint on the stage
When the curtain rises.”
But the thoroughbred horse neighs
And refuses any other King to ride on its saddle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another fascinating story about real value. Your horse is wise, it would seem - and your timid king must learn to temper his humility with a dose of royal grit. Lovely poem. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥