Poetry

Friday, 23 September 2022

Queen

 If the Queen was my mum

As if I cared or could come

To her dying bed

And pay my last respects

Or comfort her there

If I could show her a picture of how she used to be


And the leaves turn in a circle

In the the car park

And the noise of the traffic

Passing cars

And the Queen has

Died

But 

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