Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

The Postman

A postman brought the key
     that opened up the morn,
Forty-eight hours after the new king was born.
His queen was but a thought
     that would come years beyond,
She would be much younger and a blue-eyed blonde.

The old king would step down,
     that crown was for his son;
He'll live for the grandkids 'till his days are done.
There will be many heirs
     and each will stand in time,
They'll be looking often at those close behind.

The postman brings letters
     every now and then,
Some will request payments, others will find the bin.
Royalty no longer
     do make the front page news,
To see them now the back pages you'll peruse.

Their pictures been painted
     so many years ago,
Where they're hanging now, nobody seems to know.
This land's a republic,
     the monarchy's long gone;
Heirs are now working normal jobs all day long.

Those paintings were noted
     and worth a pretty price;
Whoever had found them will be living nice.
The postman retired
      long before the king's fall;
Spend his days looking at paintings on his wall.

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Yann Rolland June 11, 2024 at 2:18 AM excellent poem, may be the postman could have been a king ? this is very interesting and creative, have a good day Daniel Larson June 11, 2024 at 2:48 AM Thank you for the kind comment. No, the postman was just a postman. Enjoyed your Wake Me Up (I grew up in the US but have never been to NY). That was clever and well done. Can't read French (nor speak it) so I can't comment on the French poem.