Season of Change - Trump To Biden

In with a bang out with a whimper Gone is the bombast, the fist pumping high, The people have voted for a country that's simpler Fairness and decency their blaring war cry. Obstinate tweets well may he air While brooding and scheming for legal dog-fights, That darkness and gloom he'll pervasively share Will always be trumped by hope's purest lights. We as a people believe above all That the footsteps we walk are of giants untold, Where no single man with bluster and gall Will trample the feats of our heroes of old. This not to say a man with great charge Cannot some good things bring into our lives, But where we do not want such man to just barge Lies within that true heart our Nation so drives. So as with winter where leaves fall and die While circling clouds block the sun's warming rays, Spring's blossoms first peek initially shy Exploding as one to a flowering blaze.