Aging Poet: My Kingdom Come

My Kingdom Come

In a magical kingdom, a place of my own,

I would be queen on a lavender laced throne.

Brave knights would approach me each betrothing his love.

White doves would descend from blue heaven above.

My beauty and kindness and my merciful hand

would be known by the people all over the land.

Bound by a banner of righteousness and grace,

I would rule fairly for each man and each place.

Everyone would be working at tasks in the day,

each able man and his neighbor earning his way.

Then in the evening, when the sun set at last;

each family would gather to share a repast.

Charitable giving, not forced nor decreed

would care for the feeble and those truly in need.

No one would go hungry nor lack comfort or rest.

There would be no one thinking, “I’m better or best.”

Puppies and kittens and little children would play

on grassy hills and playgrounds on every fair day.

No concern would abound for these tender ones’ care.

To harm one of these innocents, no one would dare.

Lovely ladies would dance with their gentlemen beaus

beaming and smiling, in their hair a red rose.

Lasting love would bloom gently in each couples’ hearts,

forming a bond and a promise never to part.

Oh, my magical kingdom, where I would be queen,

is not of this planet having never been seen.

But eyes that look gently from heaven’s door,

share in my vision of kingdom life evermore.

Aging Poet