Child’s Play
There’s a certain kind of majesty
That is found in a child’s simple game -
First laughing, then bemoaning a travesty -
Anything is possible in imagination's frame.
Kings rise, and kingdoms fall,
Commoners rebel, traitors are slain.
All attend a feast held in a great hall -
Roast swans they eat, and chalices drain.
Gallant knights on dappled horses ride,
To rescue the damsels in distress,
Even as the knight’s services are denied.
The damsels are rescued nonetheless.
A bell summons them to dinner, but they’ll return
To that same game, now tomorrow’s first concern.