Once upon a time there lived a prince
He was lost, lonely but never did he wince
He grew into a young man hopeful and handsome
Ready to mingle with the world, with a romantic tune to hum…..
On his path of life, there were deep dark pits
He tried to avoid them but always missed the hits
Again, he was the lost , lonely prince
Now he was in the pit, he could only wince…..
Took him out of the pit and gave him a hand
She walked with him , the rest of his next few paces
He bloomed, flowered and won all his races….
The prince now was the king, and ruled his life
He had many girls, his journey had no strife
But the pits continued to haunt and he again fell into them
But never mind, for the magic fairy cleared the mayhem….
One day, the king walked and wanted to walk alone
The fairy stopped him, but he shrugged off her hand old and worn….
“I want to walk alone he said” I do not want thee
This was thus the sad end of the fairy….
She knew he had pits to fall, she wanted to save him
But what could she do, when the King wanted to satisfy his whim…
The fairy longed for the long-lost prince …..who she had just lost
Life is like that, of pitfalls like the king’s and of simple fairies lost…….