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.