The Queen has passed away
No longer will she reign
Just another day but,
It will never be the same
The world without a queen
Thoughts shift as we all take stock
Everywhere she’s been
Solid, like a rock
Mayhap a relic of the past
Promoting privilege and class
But the dye was cast, for her
In slippers made of glass
She was the rhythm of our days
The anchor of our nights
Now we stand here in a haze
Bow our heads and dim the lights
We say good night and thanks, to
The bearer of the crown
The face upon our stamps
And we watch the sun go down.
Sep 14, 2022
Sep 14, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC
The Queen has passed away
No longer will she reign
Just another day but,
It will never be the same
The world without a queen
Thoughts shift as we all take stock
Everywhere she’s been
Solid, like a rock
Mayhap a relic of the past
Promoting privilege and class
But the dye was cast, for her
In slippers made of glass
She was the rhythm of our days
The anchor of our nights
Now we stand here in a haze
Bow our heads and dim the lights
We say good night and thanks, to
The bearer of the crown
The face upon our stamps
And we watch the sun go down.
