Passing the Mantle

When you’re in charge of something, It’s prepared the way you like. The past few years, I’ve hosted A poetic open-mic. It’s through a group of teachers And we hold it once a year. Attendees vary – just a few Or thirty may appear. I always planned a writing drill To get folks in the mood. It broke the ice and worked its charm On even those subdued. We then went ‘round the circle Sharing what we had produced. Supportive comments always helped To give a welcome boost. Today I’ll be attending But I will not run the show. I’m curious to witness How the afternoon will go. It may be an improvement Or not worthy of acclaim For the passing of the mantle means It won’t be quite the same.