Two Eight Year-Olds
Prince George is there at Wimbledon,
Between his folks, first row.
They’re sitting in the Royal Box
With hours left to go.
In suit and tie, though 8 years old,
He’s very well behaved,
Remaining quite expressionless
While both his parents waved.
I’m watching from the living room,
My grandson, 8, close by.
He paid attention for a while
In shorts and tee (no tie).
He’s playing chess with Grandpa now
But asks me for the score.
Unlike Prince George, he can admit
The game (to him’s) a bore.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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