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.
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