~The prince and the pauper~
~The prince and the pauper~
The prince sets up high,
Upon his throne of gold.
The pauper lies quietly,
To wait for his seeds,
To sew. ~
The prince rules with,
His crown of jeweled gold.
The pauper often,
Does not know,
What is called a home.~
The prince stands above,
All for life to see.
The pauper often,
Can not feed any,
his family’s tree.~
The prince feast forever,
Upon plates of gold.
The pauper knows,
His plate will always,
Be un full.~
The prince lives life,
Above all humble man.
The pauper knows,
Of not a band of gold.~
The prince reaps,
off the paupers labor.
The pauper thrives,
Barely to able to tell,
his fable.~
~Inkmaster~
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