Little Lord Fauntleroy
left to devise
His future uncertain
a past once despised
Little Lord Fauntleroy
his choice lies within
To do unto others
or do unto him
Little Lord Fauntleroy,
escape from these walls
The lords and new creatures
—your legacy calls
(Memories Of Jim-Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Give me all of my private time
I will succumb without a fight
And later be your every whim
First those few seconds of respite
Before once more I crawl through slime
Notice how once my gown was white
But cooked with silted tears and grime
Give me one minute of your day
To bend and chew on and enjoy
Before you take it all away
To you I am no more than a toy
Commodity for you to play
Inconvenience, little joy
Your Little Lord Fauntleroy
Give me a second and I crawl -
To sleep, forget about the day -
To the stone against the wall
Close my eyes and dance away
Jump so high and never fall
The uncrowned king of ballet
Applauded in the dance hall
My mind is free, my mind is mine
My words have meaning, see them shine
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March 13, 2017
© Darren White
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