There are inside and outside ways to give and help make the lives of others worth living. We should judge which is best in our own ways.
To make a notable arrival at the ball
Sequins and her pearls are all in perfect place
To shine upon the sycophantic awe
She is of long historic stock very rightly sired
To ride the horse so elegant and tall
She wears the perfect smile on her perfect face
In perfect silhouette as she poses by the door
With her general so handsome and retired
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer so you can really see
And watch us as we slowly wave our hand
Every season we are searching for causes to bequeath
The surplus of our great historic wealth
The deserving of the others we never actually meet
Who live their lives in ways we could never understand
We will give them all good fortune and the very air we breathe
And wish them all the very best of health
But we wouldn't recognise them if we passed them in the street
And we really are too busy to travel foreign lands
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer so you can really see
And watch us as we slowly wave our hand
Yet the lady isn't only glitter to the eye
She is trapped in her aristocratic wheel
In her heart she wants to be more than money brings
She wants to find and make the perfect friend
She has read about the places where the children cry
She simply doesn't tell you how she feels
She longs to make them happy with the quiet song she sings
And to write another story with a true and happy end
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer and hope that you can see
That deep inside we really understand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-19 at 10:49
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Lady Mackenzie
Lady Mackenzie is suitably attiredTo make a notable arrival at the ball
Sequins and her pearls are all in perfect place
To shine upon the sycophantic awe
She is of long historic stock very rightly sired
To ride the horse so elegant and tall
She wears the perfect smile on her perfect face
In perfect silhouette as she poses by the door
With her general so handsome and retired
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer so you can really see
And watch us as we slowly wave our hand
Every season we are searching for causes to bequeath
The surplus of our great historic wealth
The deserving of the others we never actually meet
Who live their lives in ways we could never understand
We will give them all good fortune and the very air we breathe
And wish them all the very best of health
But we wouldn't recognise them if we passed them in the street
And we really are too busy to travel foreign lands
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer so you can really see
And watch us as we slowly wave our hand
Yet the lady isn't only glitter to the eye
She is trapped in her aristocratic wheel
In her heart she wants to be more than money brings
She wants to find and make the perfect friend
She has read about the places where the children cry
She simply doesn't tell you how she feels
She longs to make them happy with the quiet song she sings
And to write another story with a true and happy end
We are the stately nobility
Of this great and glorious land
We will stay a little longer and hope that you can see
That deep inside we really understand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 442 times
Written on 2012-02-19 at 10:49
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