With Kings

by Judy (Wishes)
jkp@bright.net

With kings I've walked in castles,


Down cold, long halls


On hard, damp floors.


I've sat on velvet cushions


That could not cover


The discomfort of a throne.


I've heard the dialogues


That are a glory to our age,


When, schooled in conversation,


Princes speak with fluent grace.





Yet, I still know of other things,


Of village hovels visited by hunger,


Of ones not blessed by birth


To live within the castle walls


Or blessed with time to be so clever.


I know to judge the wealth,


The very worth, of any kingdom,


You must walk among the people


Least known, least blessed, least loved.





Judy (Wishes)

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