That Will Pass

Passing of,
whoever it might be,
whatever it may be,
seems to be seamless.

The old days die
the new era dawns
with an ease
a felicity appealing.

The seniors disappear.
The young take over.
Have no grudge or hesitation
at the brink. A smooth change.

The world revolves.
Tireless in its rotation.
No, stop or fall at the helm.
Moves without prejudice.

It is the Universal Law.
Joy and sorrow are abstract.
The virtual is not to be depended on.
The real that matters.