Seven decades waiting Before this came to pass - Replaced his regal mother When she ran out of gas. His face is on a coin now, Enshrined and now embossed, Reflecting his ascension - The monarchy’s new boss. Congrats for the achievement, His parent’s youthful whim, For scheduling conception The crown belongs to him. Bringing instant riches In their shadow he would stalk With every decade’s passing, In the margins he would walk. While the kingdom’s reach receded, Its influence would quail, And a bride would gain more stature Than did the Prince of Wales. But finally now arriving He rides the taxpayer’s dole His face now graces coinage, The monarch’s great role. His face is in the pocket Of subjects and the tools, Fulfilling his good fortune With money and the jewels.