The Platinum Queen

Through seventy years of change, Orb and sceptre in your hands, Serving your people, young and old, You have reigned over these lands. To duty called when you were young, You took the oath in Edwards chair. The crown sits well upon that head That doth its precious weight still bear. A beacon to your people, To all your commonwealth, You show us what devotion means To something beyond self. Prime ministers and presidents Have graced your royal court Charities from every sphere Your patronage have sought. A mother and a grandmother, A loyal and loving wife. A Queen with whom the nation Shared the milestones of your life. You could not give us any more, You’re an example to us all. Of the meaning of self sacrifice That answer”s duty’s call. You too have suffered pain and loss, Part of life’s kaleidoscope. You empathise, you sympathise, You bring a nation hope. You’ve led us in remembrance At war’s sad and bitter loss, You’ve shed tears at the cenotaph, For the fallen and the lost. You truly are respected By every generation, For standing by your people, For fulfilling your vocation. Not for ourselves alone are we Born to this life we’re given You’ve shown us what can be achieved If we too are truly driven. You”re our pride and our identity Loved and held in great respect. History will remember you As our beloved “Lillibet.” We celebrate these seventy years, Your Platinum Jubilee. And I, for one, am glad to be, A subject of your majesty.