Long In The Tooth Skeptic,...

Nonetheless Rooted With Gumption


Implicit virtue of humankind

figuratively locked horns with vice,

yet time and again this mortal celibate,

(not by choice) sexagenarian thrice

older father of deux priceless young

women chock full, sans esprit de corps

exude radiant ump pa vital to add spice

to an otherwise humdrum life,

begat by reproductive cells

smaller than a grain of rice,


yet whose exultant bloom, ah price

less bouquet far superior to any

treasure discovered within Nice

joyous reunion (torturing

mine psyche) finally won


after a hiatus, where four

Earth orbitz around sun

when last these myopic eyes

graced with amazing run

day view earlier,

this April 15th, 2019 pun

gent, (cuz visit with Shana Punim) one

thousand four hundred and sixty days,

that seemed more like a hun

dread bajillion quotidian tomorrows,

where continually fading poignant memories

from countless fleeting yesterday's done

got hermetically sealed bun

dolled into an irretrievable past smart

teary eyed floaters restored to this "sir"

after death do me part,

where memorable times at playgrounds

analogous to envisioning glory, heart

ache, cloistered blessedness

synonymous, asper once regal Acropolis,

and/or Parthenon, wherein

antiquity never did depart,

cuz during 21st century smattering,

viz artifacts retained preserved art!


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