Unawares

Weighty is the crown he wears; huddled masses, unawares. Flotsam in life's ebb and flow. Fools! They scurry to and fro. Heavy is his mantle bourne, furrowed brow, lines deep and worn. Addled, ignorant, confused, traipsing gaily, much amused, finding purpose where there's none, blindly to the cliff they run. Clenched, the jaw, and ground, the teeth; naught but scorn for those beneath. Joyless contrast, rather stark; on he stumbles in the dark.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 9/20/2022 12:04:00 PM

Hello Jeff Kyser, Charles will adjust to his new roll in life. It is his duty . Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 9/20/2022 3:57:00 PM

Hello Jeff, yes he does fit the poem. I do not follow the royals either. I just listen to bits and pieces about them. I never noticed the ink pen. Was it a feather pen? Just wondering. Have a blessed evening. my friend.

Jeff Kyser
Date: 9/20/2022 12:48:00 PM

Ha, interesting, Darlene - yes, I can see how he might fit this poem! I don't follow the royals much, but I have laughed at the videos of him and his ink pen... Thanks for the comment and have a blessed day!