He never cared for snobbery.
He disliked being labeled a commoner.
But he liked the king and the queen.
They were humble.
They were caring
of the people they served
and seemed to truly love.
Despite being royalty,
they never allowed their titles
or their royal rank
to amplify their egos.
They never acted superior
or dismissive of even
those thought to be
the commonist of commoners
that other commoners
thought they were better than
because they were to them
lowly farm hands and laborers
just like him.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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