I often take a bit of time to ponder on happenings of the day and at my weight and age, surprises do occur. Some might say that I could hide my own Easter eggs. In fact, when I take the opportunity to look through my storage area, I often find items that had been safely put away to slowly become obscure as time goes by, only to cause a pleasant thrill upon being discovered while another object may have been the subject of a search. I remember my folks talking about a neighbor that was a teacher and had in his later years been known to forget where certain objects had been placed. They often called him “the absentminded professor.” And that is who he was to the whole community. It was his claim to fame, and the title suited him just fine. As time goes by, everyone eventually has their moment of fame, only to eventually give up that title as someone else steps up. That is what this poem shows. Old Father Time appears at the end of his tenure to help a fledgling young sprout come on the stage and begin his yearly reign. Those of us with advanced age hopefully will be able to assist the younger, soon to be leader, become acquainted with the drill as he takes the reins and advances his agenda. Folks, that is called “passin of the torch”!