The Queen Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

What is to be gained
from criticism and pain
for another; why
can’t you give some encouragement?

Grade on the curve
frankly m’dear what nerve
to assume all are on your level,
can’t you see
others where THEY are?

All have merit and value
listen to the tune they play
everyone has a song in their heart
all have something to say.

Leave your judgment at the door
can’t you view others as they are
open your mind and see
they also reach for a star
could just as easily be you or me.

From castle walls you perceive
peons down below.
Maybe YOU see a lowly thing
but as for me m’dear queen
I hear the wail of soul
I hear all of them sing