Lowly Prince

Lowly Prince

The diamonds thrown to the crowd,
The people are so loud,
Rushing for his wealth,
And with great stealth,
The prince disappears.
His fine clothes are taken,
And he is mistaken,
For lowly urchin,
A merchant,
Kicks him from the road,
Tells him not to loiter,
He whistles as he walks away,
Determined to enjoy his lowly day,
Flipping a coin in the air,
Letting it land there,
On the dusty track,
Doesn't look back,
The child grabs it and grins,
He wins!