Time For The 25th Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The clock moves on, the shadows grow,
There's something that the people know.
When minds are tired and strength is gone,
We need a light to lead the dawn.

The rules are set, the path is clear,
To calm the doubt and calm the fear.
A heavy weight, a needed mend,
It's time to call the process, friend.

No longer fit to hold the key,
To guide the land and keep us free.
A formal step, a quiet stand,
To steady up the shaking hand.

The twenty-fifth is waiting there,
To show the weight of public care.
For when the ship has lost its way,
We turn the page to start the day.