After Dawn

In the beginning of the year, I made a photograph of this relic gate and horizon line.  In that image I was moved by an internal voice recanting the passage of time that all things face.  Now, several months later, while hiking along the ridge above this object I noticed it's lintel was broken.
          Just an old gate, studpidly
          stuck in the mud,
          you wasted your time
          on the sunrise you loved.
          Neglected and sold
          to wither and fall,
          but stand there you do
          making fools of us all.