The Poor Prince

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

Comments

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.