To see my Princess from afar
As she drives by in royal state
Perched within her golden car

Brings to mind a shining star
Captured in a gilded crate
I spy my Princess from afar

In jeweled coach upon the tar
A regal road her earthly fate
Trapped within her golden car

A sheltered life--oh, how bizarre!
I dream of ways we could relate
Though glimpse my Princess from afar.

To one as she I am sub-par
My soul is bleak, while hers is great
Alone within her golden car

If she would but leave the door ajar
I swear I would not hesitate
To join my Princess from afar
Reclining in her golden car.
 

G. Bennett Ulrich     2003

Reprinted with permission
           Death House Press