In this world no greater loss
than what was gold turned to dross
what was once incorruptible seen
now with age has lost its sheen
as rot of time’s condemnation
unstoppable age brings trepidation
his royal duty finished
and tired grown
the hives need diminished
they expel the drone
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2022 06:49
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I suppose this could be Andrew or Harry. One needs a maid's slap, the other needs to get from under the wive's thumb.
Thank you for your review and comment. Maybe get out from under the hives thumb
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