The children at the park

Playing and playing and having fun

Where he could not make his mark

He looked at them with eyes

That were glistening with envy

Oh how he wished to be there too

With remorse he said, Oh Lord! Why me?

He kept looking from day to dawn

Until the game was over

And until a harsh sound he heard

Calling him down for dinner

How could he forget?

That a royal prince he was

Who could not even have the pleasure

Of even walking on the wet moss

How could he forget?

That the Palace was his only home

And the world outside the window

Was but a covered dome

He never could play in the sun

Nor even in the sparkling rain

Not when the trees shed their leaves

Or the Earth became a white plane

He was always provided with luxury

The best a man could get

His parents thought the Prince was happy

Not knowing happiness he had never met

Money could not buy everything

But who would make them understand?

The desire of this little child; who was tagged a Prince

But in his heart and soul he remained a young hand!

People must have always thought how much fun the life of a Prince or Princess would be. But have you ever looked at the other side of the coin?

Source: http://meghnaspages.blogspot.com/2008/03/prince.html