
Without a care,
I stare at the chair in my hand;
I don’t need a royal throne, grand,
truly, I am content to just stand,
on demand,
at attention.
This chair is a symbol that reminds me,
that Rest will make his grand appearance.
He won’t lean on royalties aplenty,
but he’ll shade and blend well with Ready.
I am a Grenadier guard.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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