Changing of Guard

Morning grows brighter as nearer comes night And I was no spectator Ushered to the door though I fain would fight And saw the longer shadow Of those coming and coming until some were gone And the rest kept going While all would come and go, come and go and dawn Was only sunset coming. I thought I was at a revolving door when earlier I came But not one who past me Here, came again. I saw upon the scroll another name Writing a new old history.