Lost Emperor

A child,
Bathed in silks,
Helpless,
But not forgotten,
Sits restless,
At the window,
Watching a world go by.

It takes time,
Having none to give,
And he sits,
In a world of gray,
Watching the light go by.

Sitting,
Whilst relaxing,
In the window-sill,
The birds and bills,
Pass wavering,
Nothing of importance.

He gets up,
Finally he gets up,
Regal,
Patient He,
Done with dealing,
Buying or Selling,
Debates,
Gone away,
And Lost as he is,
The Emperor,
Wanders again.

ISA