The king sat in his silver bathtub one morning
And he realized, as he soaked in the soft bubbles
That you can not rule your kingdom from a silver bathtub
So he did what any other king in a silver bathtub would do-
He got out.
Looking down, he realized that he was standing on his silver rug
And as he dried his arms, he considered that perhaps
You cannot rule a kingdom from a silver bathroom rug
So he slowly stepped off of the rug, and watched the patterns of his feet
Disappear into the silver carpet.
The king walked over to his window and looked over his kingdom.
It lay below him, sparkling in all it's silver beauty
And as he watched, it seemed to come alive with people
Shining like silver in the warm sun
A tear rolled down his quietly down his cheek
And he pondered that
Maybe, just maybe
Being a king is not all that they say it is
Funny, how we go through life, working hard as we can to attain a certain goal - money, wealth, power, love, whatever it is - and then, lo and behold! It is not at all what it was cracked up to be! How astute you are to see this, how clever to write so well about it! A favorite for me. Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with Scarlett. I think all of us can lose sight of something as important as the welfare of others because we are looking for something that seems very important to us. Thanks for the heads up! Lol! Love you! ! *hugs*