Majesty

Now there’s nothing left to do,

flags are furled

bunting neatly folded

boxed and put away.

Streets lie empty

barriers stacked roads swept

and vehicles claim

closed roads once more.

An eerie quietude

falls across the land

breath is held, fingers tap

bets are laid, choices cast.

Somewhere an old lady sits alone

with thoughts of duty, loyalty

devotion, service,

wondering where did all this begin

the whys, the whens

and how if ever will it end.

Published by grahamrsherwood