Dress Like A King Poem by Garret Raja

Once upon a time, in a bustling town,
A man of noble spirit, yet fortune had frowned.
His heart, mighty and noble, sought respect,
But his attire belied the honor he'd expect.

With tattered raiment, threadbare and torn,
He wandered the streets, weary and forlorn.
Dreaming of admiration, a crown on his head,
Yet his beggarly appearance evoked naught but dread.

Expecting others to treat him like royalty,
He yearned for reverence, eyes filled with loyalty.
But alas, the fault lay not with the crowd,
For his shabby attire screamed humble and bowed.

Yet in this realm of perception's sway,
A profound truth begins to display.
If ye wish to command a monarch's air,
Dress like a king, make the world stop and stare.

For 'tis not about wealth, nor status supreme,
But how you present yourself, like a gleam.
Though a beggar by fate, clothed as a king,
Those who cast their eyes upon you shall sing.

The way you project, with poise and grace,
Shall determine how others see your face.
In regal attire, your spirit shall rise,
Commanding respect, to the skies it flies.

So, dear wanderer, take heed of this creed,
In clothing majestic, plant your noble seed.
For if you wish to be treated like a king,
Dress the part, and let your radiance sing.