Saturday, September 19, 2009

Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

Sometimes I feel like practicing my rhyming LOL

I've seen the crowds rise to their feet,
I've tasted victory on every feat,
I've heard the praise for every obstacle I meet,
But if they only knew the throne is such a lonely, lonely seat

Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
For after the crowds disappear and the sun goes down
These castle hallways haunt me so
Fear follows me wherever I go

I built my palace on a lake of tears,
On broken swords and shattered spears,
And a mighty ruler learns after many years
That the powerful don't show their tears

And I'd give all the riches and all the fame
I'd give England, France, and Spain
Just to know that tomorrow won't be the same,
To know these thoughts won't be in my brain,
To lose myself and take a different name,

But there's no rest for the king
And I know what tomorrow will bring
For me the sun won't rise and the birds wont sing

There's only this painted frown,
Heavy is the head,
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

3 comments:

glorv1 said...

Oh so you write poetry too. That's wonderful. Great job Juan Pablo.

YayaOrchid said...

I liked the poem. It does make a lot of sense. You are quite talented!

Sandy said...

True indeed. With great power comes great responsibility. Also, it is always very lonely at the top. Loved the poem. It rhymes so well. :)
Keep writing.
Cheers!