Are we stars? My legs will be the first things to go out on this fleeting road. They have carried on since the day I could crawl. Thus from my hands and knees I was, but just a seedling, so small, and like all living things: I sprouted once, then grew tall. So, “Stand down” I’ll say. “All’s right, I’m thankful for your vigilance. Upon these words, rest. Your acknowledgement, acceptance of place. Ere long, you’ll know: All’s well that ends.” The limbs, on which the tools of my trade have labored all their days. By their dexterity, did my [bad word] take shape. From clumsy children: unacquainted with such poise, or such grace. To stately gentleman: seasoned, and bettered, with age. So, “Stand down” I’ll say. “All’s right, I’m thankful for your vigilance. Upon these words, rest. Your acknowledgement, acceptance of place. Ere long, you’ll know: All’s well that ends.” Minds glow with much radiance, their brilliance filling every hole. In the wake of their bloom the earth is left thawed and warm. Before my brain could even create, this pioneer made way for possibilities, endless in size and in shape. The solitary genius: rhythm came to be from his [bad word]  My body’s symphony was orchestrated by one. So, “Stand down” I’ll say. “All’s right, I’m thankful for your vigilance.Upon these words, rest. Your acknowledgement, acceptance of place. Ere long, you’ll know: All’s well that ends.”