Respite from mortality

Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia

Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,

a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous

zealousness impossible to identify,

which hand crafted artistically colorful

epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic

of former exuberance toward English

Language..., perhaps other once

vibrantly familiar tongues wagging

less as tempus fugit slithers unseen

stealing most cherished, prized, savored...

commodity set to countdown immediately

post parturition, yet blessed for thee

to be gifted your four score plus four

amazingly graceful journeys celebrating

your existence replete with handmaid's

tales chronicling quotidian trials and

tribulations, yet still adept, buoyant,

cogent, diligent, eloquent, fervent,

gallant, hellbent, intent, jimmying,

kindling, loving, mustering, nursing,

outlasting...Methuselah (ha...if only)

lucid moments nudging awake

memorialized occasions, where once

upon a time (seems bajillion years ago)

innocence concomitant with naivete

throve, wherein unfettered dalliances

found untrammeled lasses and lads

absorbed with natural unbridled virgin

love whispering sweet nothings strictly

for respective paramour, (this of course

hearsay and speculation) promising each

other moon and stars ah...dusty fading

memories, yours truly can never recount,

(cuz mental illness co-opted, hijacked,

up-ended...adolescent maturation,

whereby agonizing crippling forfeiture jabs

silhouetted illusory oasis peopled with

all the golden opportunities left to wither

on the vine o'mine youth, which mirage

mocks escapist attempt into literary realm

invisible dead poets society regale an

existence bereft (nope, no App could

ever even virtually duplicate (even

approximate) sidelined unrequited love,

and no this marriage yields scant

satisfaction, which fantasy life as

Norwegian bachelor farmer could solve,

where living off the grid could remedy

forever being pennilessness, day late

dollar short dime a dozen dirt poor

dude dulling dufus...that's the news from

my Lake Woebegone...where all the

women...and children above the law

never get reprimanded.