Daily I pass by the local subway station
Where walks the Pearly Queen
Who stands seemingly forever in WAIT
With the WEIGHT of the world
Upon her worn out shoulders.
‘Might she be a poor soul from Purgatory?’
Locals wonder aloud.
She incessantly begs alms
From anonymous passers by.
The gaunt expression
Upon her previously most lovely visage
Appears to Warn one and all alike
Of the burdens that await him
If his cares aren’t
Worn meekly.
‘Might she be a poor soul from Purgatory?’
Locals wonder aloud
As she incessantly begs each
Kindly to give suffrage.
Local schools and workplaces
Are always closed
During times when she appears.
She never appears
Within eyeshot of a hospital.
She never seems to age,
Though she’s seen many a dark hair
Turn grey. If you chance to come across
A Pearly Queen
And she requests a gentle smile
Or a cold full glass of water
Know that you’ve gotten your turn.
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I do believe I’ve seen many a Pearl Queen and King, aye some princes and princesses too.
In some of the Good News stories I read I see many a good soul gifting their light to these royals.
I used to see more when I worked… but alas home bound these days one sees less of the outside world especially if they don’t live in cities.
I do remember the subways and PATH stations in NY and NJ… many resided in those shadowed halls…
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Yes you never know where people like that will turn up. Having been to New York City many times, I know it’s filled with people with those kinds of problems. Thanks for your comment
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