Here I Stand

There is a calm
and there is melancholy
There is the ease of routine
and the loss of unpredictability.

I am the obelisk,
things go around me in a whirl,
babies are born,
others die.

Acquaintances are made,
old friends drift away,
a yellowed photograph
that passed on it's shine.

I am different,
I am the same
I am the obelisk
that stands over time.