Paul is an Engineer. A graduate from a Catholic University. A rebel and a romantic...
I was both Prince and Pauper
Wore gold then begged for copper
My smile replaced with a frown
When they took away my crown
Disgraced me in every town....
Then, I was in a carriage
But now I'm feeding horses
The change was indeed savage
The scheme of grudging forces.
From living in a castleI am now in this prison
Defeated in the battle...God, I need your decision!
Spare me from all these hassles!
These four walls...Their hearts... are cold
Will I be here 'til I'm old?
Lord, what is your plan for me?
Are you hearing my heart's plea?
Is this how you'll prosper me?
Lead me out of this madness...
Can't find the way to gladness
This prison made of sadness
Mimics the night skies’ blackness
© 2018 Paul Balagtas
Paul Balagtas (author) from Philippines on November 20, 2018:
Thanks again for commenting Tajwer Shakir. Life indeed has painful way of re-balancing things.
Tajwer Shakir on November 20, 2018:
Ti's a life, as it flings the dice
Of kings make peasant, and peasants king! Nicely composed poem!
Paul Balagtas (author) from Philippines on October 17, 2018:
Thank you Jodah for the comment. God does oppose the proud....Receiving a dose of humble pie means that God loves you so much that he does not want you to go astray...
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 17, 2018:
It sounds like the Lord decided the Prince needed to learn a lesson in humility or something similar. Good poem.