The Changing Of The Guard. Poem by Peter Vealey

The Changing Of The Guard.



It happened a while ago,
And though the wounds
Are barely healed.
It had to be, was meant to be.
I didn't want pain,
Or try to give pain.
But the changing of the guard
Is by the nature of
The beast,
In itself
Why we are all
Here.
And not over there.
Life is by
Choice of fact,
The passing of time
And no more.

Friday, November 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Change and time.
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

Hertfordshire
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