Guess I’m off the hook,
Not my idea, though.
Not my decision,
To let it go.
I didn’t mind,
The responsibility.
Was never a burden,
Or hardship on me.
I’m now free to do,
Other things I want.
Not having to worry,
About what I cannot.
I will miss the time,
Got used to it.
Now an empty space,
Where nothing fits.
So, turn the page,
Close the book.
No more chapters,
To write and proof.
I’ll grab some paper,
Start fresh, a page,
Never look back,
On what has aged.