of paupers and princes

Of Paupers and Princes there is not one diff e rence in

the title,

One can spark a dre a m ,

H e a rt of Heart s ,

Not gold, not blue.

Only one will make me their queen,

Not only for the day but for every day,

You will be my king,

P a u p e r’s tattered clothes will mend,

Honor will give anew and thy will walk taller than the

tallest man,

C a re will be your savior as you give and take it fre e l y,

F reedom never was as sweet as this day you consign

your self,

Whole heart e d l y,

Princes from a fro g ,

Not shining arm o r,

For I give my self to the sacrament of truth unbittere d ,

Love not me but the nature of a souring feathere d

f r i e n d ,

Come to me in song with wide opened eye,

Need me just enough,

Let me know your name,

F rogs are nature with no beast,

Leaping not too far,

By my side on some days in the summer months,

Always there some where ,

Even in cold months,

Still, pictures in my head of old men and women,

Ninety Years, and all tears kissed away,

We walk together hand in hand,

Fall is when we walk under the Harvest Moon,

Winter is when spring couldn’t arrive too soon,

Summer time you and I always celebrate,

D rum beater lives,

Shiva is dead,

I am old now,

Laugh lines wrinkle me,

Laughs of my child still giggle next to you,

We live like children now that cre a t i o n ’s magnetic forc e

is gone,

C h i l d ren of a diff e rent world than one we walked before ,

I, prince of mine, I like you more than ever before ,

I like you more ,

Package is just a trick as you are such the tre a t ,

Take me apart and put me back together,

I am the same,

I breathe the same,

I see the same,

I think the same,

I am the same,

Better than the rubics cube,

Better always better,

Time goes by and I am aged with the best unpackaged

f o o d s ,

Leave the plastic bag behind,

F resh and pure of thought and wonder with eyes wide