The Superseded

 I 

As newer comers crowd the fore, 
 We drop behind. 
- We who have laboured long and sore 
 Times out of mind, 
And keen are yet, must not regret 
 To drop behind. 

II 

Yet there are of us some who grieve 
 To go behind; 
Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe 
 Their fires declined, 
And know none cares, remembers, spares 
 Who go behind. 

III 

'Tis not that we have unforetold 
 The drop behind; 
We feel the new must oust the old 
 In every kind; 
But yet we think, must we, must WE, 
 Too, drop behind?

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