Summer Of My Reinvent

I wrote this when I started college for the first time at 43, and began to wonder if I had lost my mind. It was pseudo published by one of those rip-off literary places that makes you think your poem is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece and for a mere 49.95 sends you a copy of a special collection of poetry with your "masterpiece" printed on the very first page! Without further ado:

Summer of my Reinvent
Mid July, who am I?
Wife, mother, daughter, friend.
Forty-three, blissfully,
tend to mine assiduously.
Dare I adopt a rearward glance,
alter course, provoke chance?
Redefined, I assent,
concede to mine, I've come unbent,
this summer of my reinvent.