Elizabeth has left us
A perfectly timed exit she made
Amidst the month of history
Where women are on parade.
She says her final lines and leaves –
Exits as winter recedes
And leaves us gasping once more for breath
Over timing, and perfection, and loss and death.
Our lives are richer because she came
Gave her everything, played the game
Lived her life out in the public eye
Entertaining us through years gone by.
No privacy or humility left to her
She played her parts with dignity and grace
Giving us great watching, good gossip and space
To unwind, compare our lives to hers
And make our judgments daily based
Upon our own perceptions and place.
Sometimes she was the heroine, the pariah of the heights
Sometimes she was the harlot slut
Dirty down and out
We felt so much superior, or knew we weren’t despised
Because somewhere in her repertoire
She lived out our lives,
Or we lived hers…
