Royalty © Max Mumby in Cosmopolitan.com
Enamored
We live our lives in celebrity,
as though we knew them well.
Following their every move,
some void in us they fill.
They are heroes or villains,
because of the roles they play.
We think we know them very well,
read everything the tabloids say.
Must be bored with our own lives,
to be so celebrity intensely bound.
Caught up in every joyful moment,
torn up when tragedy comes around.
We go to candlelight vigils,
we pray to make things better.
We spend a lot of time harassing them,
our adoration we do not fetter.
Are we no better than paparazzi?
With our insatiable desire?
Spending our money and time,
on idols that only bring them ire.
For adoration is a two-edged sword,
celebrities need it as their reward.
Statistics that seal their fame,
but pressure that puts us to blame.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
1/30/20
You can view this poem and printed at my website here.
In the end, who really gives a crap?
They are just everyday people with a Royal wrap.
Sure, they may want to go astray and break away but who else can even think of living that way?
In the end we all turn to dust.
Then all that Royal glitter will be just plain rust.
P.S. I lived in England for three years. I LOVED the people but deplored the monarchy and their ceremonious crapola!
Well done Ron!
Peace, love and blessings,
John Michael Domino
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca
Have a great weekend, Ron.