Who, Me?

Three people whom I love but criticize,
have lately seemed improved. I’ve been impressed
with elder patience, peerage in my eyes
less testy, and the younger one unstressed
by daily perturbation. Is it true?
Have three of three self-modified somehow?
Or is this a mirage in point of view?
(and I’m the candidate of change right now).

Perhaps relief a milestone’s been passed
accounts for one. A new prescription might
be working, and my friend has maybe cast
her scope on self, with dim but wiser sight.
For really, it’s unlikely to be three
endeavoring. A better theory’s: me.

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