Looking back.

History is a record of all past events

So continually adjusting, as ‘now’ becomes ‘before’

So can we conceive, what future minds will say

Of our own experience, in future ‘Days of Yore’?

Elizabeth the Faithful, as she may well be known

Left her realm to Charles, her Son, amid her subjects tears,

Aged Ninety-Six, well beyond the three-score-ten allowed,

But she reigned, unblemished, for all those seventy years.

The whole World admired, this calm devoted Soul

While many of her Subjects, watched the funeral scene,

With television bringing near, the details of her life

While others strove in person to respect their Queen.

But behind the detail, of Royal duty being done,

Was a loving mother who, despite her regal name,

Leader of the Commonwealth and other States beside

Gave love to her children and country, just the same.

Future generations will see this Kingship change

Some may know King William, and then his son and heir

But first our King, Charles, will hold the regal rein

To guide the country forward, in Democracy fair.

Will Sovereignties survive? Republics have their place

But ours has survived historic pain.

Other lands may try a presidential route

And find, too late, they lose more, than they gain.

George Potter