The past is past and done.
And so, while history repeats
Not so with detail specific
To lend itself to clear prediction
To wit:
Many rulers will rise
And vie for power
But who knows which
Will prove the tyrant?
Many bodies will strive
On the field of play
But who will last
To prove the greatest?
Many pillars of business
Will peddle their wares
Yet, like an amoeba
Which one devours the lot?
Surely then the turning of the globe
Cannot help some sameness of events
But each will choose the worn or untried road
And choices write a novel future tense
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