High on a hill
That’s not far away
Lived a king in a palace
That made rules everyday
All of his kingdom
Was starved of loves light
Until one fine morning
There came into sight
A beggar so poor
His clothes they were rags
With the ugliest features
That you every could have
He told all who’d listen
He was totally free
And that no man alive
Could every rule he
Now the king he did listen
And pleased he was not
So for this poor little beggar
He made his life hot
But the beggar ignored him
And gave him a blank
While down on his haunch’s
In a doorway he shrank
I’m watching a sunset
That you do not own
And if you don’t mind
I’ll watch it alone
Now the king he was dancing
And prancing with rage
At all these words
That came from this sage
For this was his sunset
That no one should see
For nothing to beggars
In his kingdom was free
Now the beggar did laugh
With sides fit to burst
And for all of his laughing
He just made the king worst
He said to the king
You surely can see
That all of gods sunsets
They always come free
Now the king he was flummoxed
With nothing to say
While the beggar got up
And went on his way
I can still hear him laughing
As he made his retreat
While bathed in a sunset
Of freedom so sweet
Ptt july 2007
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