We hear the news - Diana's death
The shock leaves all of us bereft.
Sans solace, how could one so young
Be gone - her praises all unsung?
What she has done, the Queen decries
No one in Britain has dry eyes
The Monarchy, behind closed doors
Is stoic; outside the barrier falls.
The endless queues to sign the book
The vigil - can we dare to look
At paparazzis' ghoulish snaps?
Her death is on our heads perhaps.
We bought the Papers, scoured the pics
Forgot the Princess, got our kicks
And now we share with two small boys
The loss of any future joys ...
The world's gone mad - a brutal crash
A last chance for a front page splash
When will we learn what she displayed?
Love must always be conveyed.
I envy not the Royals' power
Think on the Princes in the Tower;
While she's above at Heaven's Gate
We below must humbly wait.
July 1st, 1961 - 31st August, 1997
(c) Poet in the woods 2013