The Rememberings

It’s the space I occupied,
In the world that passed me by.

It’s the way I made it here,
Despite my obstacles and fear.

It is how I ran the field,
Before the future had congealed.

These days things are more challenging,
I’m never not rebalancing.

These days it’s moving far too fast,
And I most often feel surpassed.

These days it seems there’s not much room,
For someone like me, someone whom . . .

Will I change myself to fit,
Ways strang-er than I’d admit?

Will I fight the changing tide,
That’s working fine with me aside?

Will I allow less control,
And maybe find a different role?

The tallness of my pedestal,
At times felt quite incredible.

The time, is time for others to,
Make that place to something new.

The end, it is a death of sorts,
That starts the next of my exhorts.

Accede, adjust, if I may.
Seems that will happen anyway.