When you’ve always taken pride in being the driver
It can be hard to pass the keys forward and
Humbly take a seat in the back and—relax(?) your active mind
When you’ve always been the hub of a well oiled wheel
It can be hard to reshape yourself into a spoke when that wheel feels
Like it’s speeding straight toward a wall studded with sharpened nails
When you’ve always taken care to be consciously aware of
Those in need of help, encouragement, guidance and TLC
It can be hard to embrace the reversal of those roles with grace
When you’ve always been seen as younger than springtime
This reality can be hard to absorb: Over these past few years
Younger than springtime has been a figment of my imagination—
Hmm ...
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