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My Prince is Gone ©

Josette Marie Louise Lager
California, USA
2005

As long as I can remember
we had Italian popes
the papal states, the Medici
the Holy See and the great
white hope.

Our pope is Polish, imagine that
then he extended his life to us
and made us a part of it all
through kindness, diplomacy and love
he eventually won our trust.

I remember his eyes
I loved the way they looked
the expressions that danced across
his face, a kind of moodiness
sort of like Brando.

How can we go back now
to the way we were
We fell in love with him
we got used to him
we don't want to replace him
Our Polish Pope, our prince.


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