We were little girls together, Lilibet and I,
Living in the same country, under a rain-washed sky.
But she never knew about me, and why should she, for you see
I wasn't even aristocracy.
*
Her face was on the biscuit tins, with Princess Margaret Rose,
Both of them so pretty, striking a regal pose,
I'd think about those little girls, comparing them with me
For I wasn't even aristocracy.
*
Their lives seemed such a fairy-tale compared with other girls!
Their pretty dresses, smiling faces, and carefully brushed curls,
I used to wonder to myself how it could possibly be
That I wasn't like the aristocracy.
*
But Wealth and Crown have dwindled as objects of desire
For Health and Happiness, to me, now rank a great deal higher.
And I am quite contented with my lowly family-tree
And they're welcome to it.......aristocracy.
Their pretty dresses, smiling faces, and carefully brushed curls,
I used to wonder to myself how it could possibly be
That I wasn't like the aristocracy.
*
But Wealth and Crown have dwindled as objects of desire
For Health and Happiness, to me, now rank a great deal higher.
And I am quite contented with my lowly family-tree
And they're welcome to it.......aristocracy.
*
The perils of being a Queen here:
The perils of being a Queen here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-jane-grey.html
4 comments:
Hi Brenda;
What a lovely poem on aristocracy!
I guess when we are not aristocrats, we wish to be one, but who knows they also wish to be lowly ones like us!
There's even a saying that runs this way and I quote: "it's lonely at the top"!
But who knows? I love being who I am Brenda like you do!
Happy mother's day again!
Loved this!
I too like being what I am.
rein in the ruined reign
it is good to be happy just as we are
Isn't it amazing what a little aging will bring to your comfort level? This resonates so well.
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