Born only yesterday, my destiny I will fulfill,
powerful and stately, standing on my hill.
Always dependable, I would never stray,
protector of my home; at guard every day.
Greeting everyone with a smile on my face,
eyes black as coal, steady is my gaze.
Though the cold wind blows I suffer no chill,
when the snows come, I envision a thrill.
I am a tower of strength; a joyful beacon to all,
sun caresses my brow as it answers my call.
Heavy rays beat down, hard on my head,
suddenly I contemplate a sense of dread.
My kingdom lies before me, a tapestry of white,
where did it come from, this dazzling light?
A balmy breeze plays across my loin and chest,
is the ground closer, why do I need to rest?
Why my arm droops so; my scarf falls from my neck,
how can it be; buttons falling; I must look a wreck.
My bonnet once so clean, now covered in mud,
my hat, my cover, has fallen with a thud.
I’ve discovered I’ve lost all of my clothes,
as I try to pick up my poor little nose.
My arm has become an old stick,
I think I shall be very sick.
To be an enemy of the sun
what could I have done?
For me to be treated so
is really a blow.
A King was I,
but now all
I have
is my
final
sigh
.
Copyright - December 2003 - Emerson Sollars
Posted as an unpublished work.