Sing your own song...no more time to squander

The following poem is by Bird on a Wire
He wrote it in response to the poem
Princess of Yore

With his permission it is reposted here
We women must realize we are already "queens" in our own right....
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Fairy tales

Locked up in the tower
No ladders or stairs
The princess reflected
And long grew her hair
Self inflicted isolation
She threw away the key
Swore she wanted to be alone
Never again to be free
Many suitors came calling
She spurned all who came
Her heart had been broken
But every man was to blame
She had been deceived
Not once but twice
Never again she swore
Would she be spurned thrice
All men where vipers
Their tongues forked and pointed
Their speech was shallow
Their promises disjointed
She had waited for a king
She had ended up with a knave
She very nearly allowed
Herself to be enslaved
Then one morn
Several years thereafter
She woke up from the past
To face the hereafter
She heard laughter
She heard joy
She heard songs in the breeze
She heard a lute and a harp
That played melodies that teased
Lightness and dance again filled the air
This promise the princess to herself did swear
No more time would be lost
No more time would be spent
On false hopes and false dawns
Now she would repent
She would ask for forgiveness
From herself and move on
With no more time to squander
She would sing her own song
She did not need wizards
She did not need kings
For she realised at last
She was already a Queen
Come all who would listen
Come all to join in
No more time to waste
For that would be a sin


Thanks Bird....