Our decades on the throne give us perspective.
We do not listen to the folk we greet.
If they have titles, they are derived from some selective
amusement. We and they both know it’s meet
that they bow somewhat profusely while we gaze
at the wall behind them. Each must know his place
as we know ours. Until the end of days
we will reign sublimely, chosen by the grace
of God, our only peer, He’s claimed to us.
Things change and princes marry, die, divorce
not always in that order and the fuss
of ministers and budgets is a course
to run, say some unhindered by a throne
and wishing till they’re ill they had our own.