by Dianna Hardy

Created on: November 18, 2006   Last Updated: November 05, 2010

The Princess And The Pauper

He stood there holding out his hands
catching every penny;
She strode past him, shut her purse
and didn't give him any.

He sat behind the hot-dog stand
and took in deep the scent;
She bought her hot-dog, shut her purse
and then off home she went.

Hopeful and expectant,
he counted through the copper;
She pulled up at the drive-through
and bought a flame-grilled Whopper.

He shivered, coughed and huddled,
wrapped up tight inside a sheet;
She shivered, coughed and turned the fire
to a higher heat.

He smiled at bread and cheese and milk,
the best he'd had in weeks;
She scoffed down steak and carrots,
potatoes, peas and leeks.

And as he slept among the dirt,
she slept among her wealth;
And both of them thanked God for their
good fortune, love and health.

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