The Royal Princess lies quietly now
Robed in a flowing white gown as the
World mourns her passing from Old
London Town.
A Bouquet of lovely white roses
Makes up her heavenly crown.
A flood of tears will fill the
Ivy covered towers and the cries
Of the mourners will echo from
Town to town.
She may have been just a Princess
To some, but she will always be the
Queen of Hearts for most.
Few have made their mark in this
Old world in such a short time.
She will be remembered forever
In song and rhyme.
No one can explain her untimely fate.
But, everyone will recall this tragic date.
The Princess will always be remembered as
The shy, young and beautiful Royal Queen
Of Hearts… know as Lady Di.
Who’s life was cut short and
Made us all cry.
8/31/97
Now just an old man, listing to a
timeless Edith Piaf record,
"La vie en rose".
He rocks in his chair,
And hums along with the melody,
As he reminisces about a time,
when he had black curly hair.
Places he’s known along the river Seine,
The Moulin Rouge, the Eiffel Tower,
Champs-Elysee, and the Arc de Triomphe.
A small table at a sidewalk café,
A carafe of sweet red wine,
An beautiful young lady that he’d
Invited to dine.
Paris!
Oh! How he wishes he could relive
That marvelous time.
He knows those days are gone forever,
But those memories will linger on like
A never ending rhyme.
A tear slowly weeps from his aging eye,
But in the end he quietly smile and sighs,
Ah…"La vie en rose."
