Next in line
Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?
Being Queen Bee sure sounds nice,
The adulation, the perks – all in a trice,
They do to one’s life, add sugar n spice.
But being a greatly loved lil’ princess
Is that, any day, any more or any less?
Food for thought, I dare confess.
Does one’s merit, chance of birth decide?
Do you have to have the throne on your side?
To be who you are, to be known far n wide?
To thine own self be true, says the dear Bard,
In today’s world,isn’t doing that a wee bit hard?
So many songs to sing, so many lives to lead.
May I have no choice to make, no less traveled road to take,
May no friend ever forsake, may I leave happiness in my wake,
May no thoughts keep me awake, may no love of mine ever be fake.
That’s how I would like it to be,
I am me and that’s all I want to be,
Queen or Princess, let me be me.