The Poet Prince

By day he wore a royal crown. By night we wrote his poems down. He wrote of justice, love and peace, A future time when wars would cease. Through vision, dream and prophecy He wrote of wonders yet to be. In time, his poems filled his room: The left side joy, the right side gloom. For life is both the sweet and sour, And weakness till the time of power. A prince must think such matters through, To seek a sovereign point of view. And so, while lesser mortals slept, The prince, through poems, wisdom kept. By day, by night he persevered With revelations that appeared. God said, 'Forget your crown of gold. The world is ready to be told.' The prince removed his crown that day And as God's servant walked away...