Your Crown is Wearing Thin

I’ve never bowed in your presence

Never curtseyed on demand

I’d feel nothing in essence

If you offered me your hand

I shall turn my back to you

Your servants see this as a sin

But I speak as I see it true

Your Crown is wearing thin

I’ll never address you formally

Or brag that we once met

Your souvenirs won’t set me free

This makes it easier to forget

Do you know who you are

Did you ever know your kin

Did you see a falling star

As your Crown was wearing thin

The audience is old and grey

Your words no longer stick

See the people walking away

They are tired of that trick

Wealth does not buy you fame

Just friends that make it cheap

Everything you do is done in vain

Your decline is sinking deep

This is the place you now dwell

Reduced to a painted grin

No one really knew you well

Your Crown is wearing thin

©JMcN2013