Polish Prince

I recently finished a book and was inspired by the tragedy of the main character As a European myself, I find this poem embodies the spirit of my culture

Armored with hope in his right,

and a heart in his left

The world appears to be but a state 

One that will reward him well the more he age

He is prepared, no trace of doubt, not even a shudder

The world is is to name, his troubles slain

What others see as obstacles, he sees as a fun game

His ambitions, not easy to tame

But what he wasn’t prepared for

was the fact that the real guitar didn’t play as sweetly as his

It played a fouled tune, and while out of tune!

He didn’t realize this foul song would come so soon

He knew this tune from a young age

Was aware of what it meant as well

But his hope and heart tried to quiet it

They should’ve known, every prince’s crown eventually goes dim 

Author's Note

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