Today a Prince among men has died
royal in birth, a refugee, a child passed
from land to land.
He won the heart and hand of a Princess
wooed her, married, and served her well
renouncing his title to be her Prince.
Roguish, dapper, charming, and smart
he was unflinching in the task, he took no
flatter, no false position, tireless he worked
in science, youth, conservation, trees, he
gave himself, devoted to his Queen.
Now wear black, stop the clock,
a Prince is dead, our Queen in mourning.
Published in The Lark 09 04 21
I never realised what he gave up, or how he was a refugee from one year old. He was a born leader, but walked one step behind when his wife became Queen. He was her confidante, partner, advisor, and husband.
Men nor women love like this anymore.