and the world still moves on —

On one week a hero,

the next time the villain.

What seems once as right

turns out to be wrong.

What’s thought of as bad

was right all along;

and the winning of gates

still goes to the strong.

A chance in one million,

for a chance at a paean;

but with Fate being fair,

it’s still way too long.

All hope at all living

is shared by the throng;

I’m just one of the many

of the many among,

that moves with the milieu

and goes on unsung.

And that’s how it still is,

and the world moves along.

©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011