"In The Garden" 
 

 

Lonesome Prince

Lovely palace walls surround them
And servents at their beck and call.
Money and wealth ~
Power and fame.
And yet...I wonder what they think.
To be the princes of a country.
What does it mean to them?
Are they tired of
Pomp and circumstance?
Is it worth it all?
For, what is life with fame and fortune
If your mother is gone?

Dreama Hildebrand
2~11~98

Dedicated to the memory of
Diana, Princess of Wales
And her beautiful children

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