crumbling sandcastles

old man, old man,

you used to live in a castle, all turrets and towers,

embedded with gems of red and green and blue,

embroidered with gold;

it was fool's gold and

rome wasn't built on rage or jealousy,

and you're a fool to forget.

princesses and princes and a mistress,

kept your castle safe with you as the king,

kept you safe from the crocodile smiles in the moat below,

but not the crocodile tears, when they show

and you lost it all to the queen,

-- i could’ve never been your princess and you were

never my king.

old man, poor man,

i am your daughter not a princess

not just another rhinestone

to decorate&adorn your

crumbling sandcastle

with anymore,

dad.