She stood still

A known friend to the scenery

A stranger to unknown

Wise old eyes scanning the lot

A spark marking the once sharp eyes

Eager hands reach for her stick

Her always dependable companion 

A comrade In her journey 

Clasping her support firmly she kept her first step

Pride filled steps they were till it reached the royal bench

Swearing in a new young blood was never easy

Seen so many times, heard those words repeatedly

Opened her mouth to pass on her place to another 

Legacy is finally passed on 

At last lifting the weight from her shoulders.


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