Man of few Words

 

A man named Ego

Stood before the Queen

His arrogance of self

Bordered on the obscene

 

“You wish to be spared,

But what use are you to me?

What can be had from you

That all these others cannot be”

 

“I am a great man,

A man for all seasons

Name any one

I will give you the reasons”

 

“It is now Spring

What will you do now?”

“I will plant your fields richly

Without even using a plow.”

 

“What then of Summer

When the Spring will turn?”

“I will use my broad shoulders

To protect your tender skin from the sun’s burn.”

 

“And of the Fall?

When the sun is no more to do?”

“I will pick the rose petals

To accent the glow of your hue.”

 

“Then Winter will come

With no planting, sun nor rose,

That is when I will show you

This man Ego can melt . . . whatever is froze”

 

She saw the look in Ego’s eye and looked around.

Surrounded by the court each her subject,

Except for one who was visiting among them,

A man whose gaze upon her was never in neglect

 

He was a visiting Prince,

Who had come from a distance.

She looked at him,

His appreciative smile was of consistence.

 

“Prince I ask you,

What do you say to this,

These words of advice,

From this man Ego came hence?”

 

The Prince stood up,

And approached the queen.

“A lot of words spoken,

But very little to be seen.”

 

“You speak with a confidence,

Quite deep from the thoughts in your head.

What would you propose

If not his words instead?”

 

The Prince did not hesitate.

He embraced the Queen.

His lips pressed hers.

Their bodies with nothing between.

 

He leaned back and looked into her eyes

“Will that do my Queen . . .  instead?”

She pointed to Ego without a glance

Then said, “Off with that blathering fools head.”

 

 

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