No Walk In The Park Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A crown so bright, a shining thing,
But heavy, heavy, the joy it can bring.
No quiet walk, no moment free,
The world watches, for all to see.

No easy choice of what to learn,
No path you choose, no page you turn.
Your life is planned, a gilded cage,
From birth until the final page.

No strong words spoken, no opinion bold,
A neutral tale, always told.
A smile worn bright, though heart may ache,
For duty calls, for goodness sake.

With guards around, a watchful eye,
A whisper of danger passing by.
No simple freedom, no carefree stride,
With threats unseen, that ever hide.

Rules are strict, a careful dance,
No public tears, no angry glance.
Each day a script, a formal bow,
No showing feelings, not here, not now.

And family's flaws, laid bare for all,
A heavy burden, standing tall.
So though it gleams, a royal birth,
It's not all joy upon this earth.