THE CROWN AND THE STARS

Hidden glories.
Bushes with stories.
Thick skin,
No next of kin.

You have grown,
Grown without the crown.
You have sat,
Sat without a hat.

You had no covering, the sun bored into your head.
The hem of your rumpled shirt, you used to wipe the blood you bled.
You thought you saw your future,
But in fact, they were the fantasies of your leisure.

Good never lacked in your heart,
But all the world ever had was as corrupted as fart.
Your journey started long ago,
But now you are staring into space with no place to go.

So you die here.
The beginning brought your end.
You ran your race faster than could a hare,
But now you decay with no friend

Life itself is a loner,
Try hard as you might, never can you make it fairer.
But I’ll make you this promise,
You’ll get the crown and the stars as a reward on your earthly demise.