HRH

I am totally obsessed with the British monarchy

“HRH”

 

Have you ever stopped to wonder,

Daydream, wish or fantasize,

What it would be like to have been

Born with the blue blood of

The vaulted and esteemed nobility,

With a high ancestral name and

Family tree found in history books

And currencies of the realm?

Can you imagine the grandeur

Of the palaces and privileges

 They’ve always been accustom to,

The attention and adoration that

Has clung to them at times which

Must have seemed like a vampire,

Draining the privacy from them

To feed the curiosity of the burghers

Who are oft starved for more?

Would they give it all up

Without the slightest hesitation,

The titles and the voyeurisms,

For a life in the common world

And a chance to be nobody

Like me?

 

 

Author's Note

This totally got away from me at the end, and I still feel like there's something missing. Suggestions welcome.