'Twas one like any other, rose the sun
Some rain, some heat, some wind thru treetops sighed,
A day yet touched by princess prize she'd won--
What were you doing on the day Di died?

A Cinderella story once gone sour,
Her prince convinced: The import of his pride;
How he must feel now, this very hour--
What were you doing on the day Di died?

Her thirty plus odd years now in upheaval,
Spent righting wrongs and braving one great ride,
She rises to the stars to battle evil--
What were you doing on the day Di died?

A billion tears from now still bear the bride--
"What were you doing on the day Di died?"

Paine Ellsworth