Ninety Years

Ninety years and still at work;

The Queen was never one to shirk,

Since she ascended on the throne,

The duties that are hers alone.

Her workload still is more than most

Of half her age could really boast

That they could cover, all the while

Keeping a calm, unhurried smile.

Her life has witnessed so much change

As she’s dealt with such a range

Of different people, different ways,

Which have occupied her days.

At a time when nearly all,

Have answered their retirement call,           

Feeling that they’re now too old

To be within the working fold,

The Queen goes on just as before,

Fulfilling every job and chore

That go with her being Head of State;

Her duties there will not abate

But will go on, it is quite clear      

Though she gets older every year.

Heads of State in other lands,

Though they may have many fans,

Usually come and go quite soon;

Her many years as Queen are strewn

With leaders who were passing through,

And soon replaced by someone new.

But she goes on, and let’s hope we

In ten years’ time are here to see

Her hundredth birthday – what a date,

For our marvellous Head of State!