kings
and queens, sitting on their
rusted thrones,
wearing
their tilted
tattered crowns and tiaras.
where did the good
life go,
the shine of youth,
the money,
the perches they once
sat upon.
where is the adoring crowd,
the bows,
the gifts
the praise and glory
that was
once their own personal
Rome?
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