you honor your honor
like some sacred chalice
you feel higher than most
your subjects, they bow
their heads as you walk
past them mighty and proud
you basked in the glory
of your borrowed crown
you are untouchable in
your glittering gown
until one day you slipped
on it and fell down
along with the crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem