The King has no Friends
Apr 28, 2017 · 1 min read
He wakes up every morning,
having dreamt a million dreams
And his own,
He sits there in his bed,
Watching the sun rise.
That is his time of the day, his only other time
Apart from when he goes to sleep,
After a tiring day.
He laughs, he shares food, he drinks and walks his Royal walk
With his people, and yearns
For one friendly smile, a kind look,
Because he has everything else,
But He is the king, and he has no friends.
