Nothing is forever stagnant,
Nothing stays forever put.
Everything, eventually, moves along,
The past rarely gets a second look.
You think your ideas are what’s needed,
You think you’ve worked all the issues through.
You might even have power for a season,
and considerable influence over what to do.
But some day you’ll find yourself moving on,
You’ll resign, be sacked, retire, or die.
Others in the wings will take the reins,
They have their own ideas to fly.
In politics or business, social clubs or homes,
In big or small spheres, it’s always the same.
You can make the rules, you can call the shots,
But eventually, it will inevitably change.
We are just human, one of many having a turn.
We get our allotted time to make our own way.
We are not gods who continue forever,
We are rocks in a pond: causing ripples in our day.