A man, who dedicated his life,
To duty, to serve, to his darling wife
He stood tall, travelled the world
Wore his heart on his sleeve, said little, but was heard…
99 years, a life to behold, how many stories must go untold?
Royalty a burden, but also a gift
His quirky approach often gave us a lift
At times like this we reflect and think deep
Privilege or burden, it's only a short leap
Dogs aren't better company if you are Royal….
The wind in your hair, the rain on the soil
The taste of a beer or a glass of gin
A life and a human being from whence he came,
Royalty in purpose, Royalty in name
But without the privilege, very much the same
Royalty may not have to do the same toil, though,
we are all equal when born and when we depart this mortal coil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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