Attila the Hun saw it on the run;
He lost his wicked wars as it sailed behind the sun.
William, they say, saw it as he conquered.
In 1066, it was the latest word.
Its force is not its own.
Its seeds have all been sown.
Its course is quite well known:
Comes a light, halfway down the road;
Comes a light, swingin' on a node;
Comes a light, whose story has been told;
Comes a light, mid-life load.
Samuel Clemens came in with the comet
And on its return, his twain was met.
In my own life, it marks no end nor debt:
Its spreading tail is a mid-life jet.
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