Personal productivity measured courtesy...

rew4er2nail

Unspecified number of hours spent

yesterday March 6th, 2021

reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette

March/April 2021 issue.

 

Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,

University of Pennsylvania alum

as academic whip smart high achiever,

she did (after quite a stretch of time

after graduating) become

self supporting earning hand over fist money

 

as yours truly

(her biological father) feels glum,

cuz I would qualify

mine existence as humdrum

hence quite envious at well deserved income,

 

which exact dollar figure I will remain mum

yet if privy being financially,

what me worry would become obsolete

mine mental would find me comfortably numb

livingsocial in splendour

versus dwelling in slum

 

bring (think dirt poor -

according to youngest sister)

whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates

predilection toward anxiety

with distress squarely within tum.

 

Back during mine salad days

earlier within mein kampf

precious time squandered away

this doubting thomas

grabbing life by figurative horns,

his outlook toward future

did excel at procrastination,

 

a pointedly powerful stance did delay

ambivalence toward purposefulness

hit me courtesy metaphorical

ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits

around the sun absorb shock

while grizzled and gray

 

recognizing when sober

upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference

feigning to care not a whit,

I allude to johnny come lately self actualization

analogous to confronting judgement-day

resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted

 

rosebuds while I may

experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,

thus yours truly doth pray

to dance (why I'll) while

these spindleshanks sashay

into Elysian Fields

exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2021 09:58
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    a time for everything, if - we're granted the luck of a fulfilling life, even a time for muscles to ease their tensioned existence, see
    every marathon has its lulls dear poet:
    'feels glum,
    cuz I would qualify
    mine existence as humdrum
    hence quite envious at well deserved income'



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