the old is gone the new has come

The old is gone the new has come,
A passenger in waiting for the stop,
the belt hangs loosely by her side,
the trees fading in the distance,
a hotel closing down,
a black cloud hangs low,
far more than four years ago,
when th rest are in cheer..
we're sulking and tears brimming,
heroes of the past and present,
the state crumbling,
The old is gone...,
a far cry,
and mummurs are heard,
the new not withstanding,
the new dawn, they claim so bright,
a nation scatters in fright,
Wisdom comes with age,
an adage?
so when the black skies release,
and their childrens children hide,
turning into gatherers of money and fame,
Yet we mourn,the dew not even vapour,
but the leasing starts,
When the old is gone the new comes in...so as i know that the clock never does stop ticking, and the time will come when the makers of the nation will be no more.

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Yolo

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