Prince Philip 1921-2021
She cut a lonely figure
A tiny widow in a tall cathedral
Anguish bowed her noble back
Like a starling petite and black.
A royal couple who had shared their lives
With all the world from our earliest times
And when he died we died a little too
Because a part of us had left from view.
He was not perfect, nor are we
Perfection’s overrated, he might say.
His perseverance was rewarded
All good comes to those serve and wait.
He did the country sterling service
While living in his gilded cage
That clipped his wings, have him obey
The ancient rituals day by day.
He heard the call that came from God
For duty rang and called the shots
Thus everything found focus
For Windsor wasn’t Camelot.
A true love match
A true love story
That rose above the critics
And far outlasted cynics.
Now it’s time for all his clan
To step outside into the sun
To write a chapter of their own
And stand united round the throne.
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