By Dawn Huntley Spitz
Sarasota Branch Florida
My superannuated corpus suffers maladies amorphous.
It wishes time would just resign and longs for yesterweek.
It views with feelings radical its faculties’ sabbatical,
Though it deplores senescence, knows the option to be bleak.
So I join in recitals where we all discuss our vitals
And lament the memory lost, the sagging jowl, and balding pate,
And with colorful descriptions share effects of our prescriptions
And distressing gastronomical results of what we ate.
We complain and view as heinous all these miseries that pain us
But time becomes the teacher and it makes us cognizant
That unrelenting gratitude’s the most productive attitude
To keep us in the long run, in fine fettle … and extant.
Great poem! It gave me a much-needed laugh on this cloudy, gray morning! Thank you!
Thank you for making me chuckel.
Fantastic poem, Dawn. Extremely clever, wonderfully so. What a vocabulary you have…and rhythm. I learned what ‘extant’ means; thanks. I find your poem delightful; you are a word wizard! I hope you won’t mind if I share it with many friends. Though I would like to have written this, I promise to use YOUR NAME. Many thanks. You’ve made my day and many days. What a gem you are to be a giver of smiles! Appreciatively, Lois
Hi Lois, God bless you! You, who are a fine, prize-winning poet yourself, are always so gracious . And you are much too modest. Thanks again for your encouraging words. This poem was such fun to write. My mother was a wordsmith and encouraged me at a young age to appreciate words. In fact, when I was a teenager, my brother with a PhD used to send me ten words a week to study. He’d pay me three cents a word for every one I learned. It was a good incentive.
Clever – it made me smile!
So glad you enjoyed it. We can all use a laugh these days.