7200
(in praise of immortality)
Modesty an
understatement,
when eyes
chance
to look askew
at looking glass,
mine reflection
caught at
a glance,
an old man's
piercing dart
mirrors my
blinkered
acquaintance
faint recognition
communicates
immediate
tacit admittance
boyish good
looks faded
with morning
glory of youth
as senescence
didst advance.
Similar to the
strikingly
handsome
Dorian Gray,
this mortal
strictly shares
penchant
to affiance
a pact with
father time, and
devoutly
pledge
allegiance
to remain
forever
unaffected
with ill fated
biological alliance
even if
mandate to pay
with my
soul as sole
allowance
to stave off
the ravages
of old age
maintaining
glowing
ambience
of boyish
good looks,
or...die...
twill be to
late for an
ambulance
to rush
lifeless body
forthwith to
hospital
emergency,
an immediate
appearance
of rigor mortis,
a dead give away.
Cumbersome
degradation of
corporeal
essence
breeds arrogance
born of desperation,
where
chronological
ascendance
robs cherished
commodity,
thus pained angst
to suffer aging
accidentally evinced
looking askance
hints of
unavoidable
assistance
when wracked
by incontinence,
thus rendering
incumbent
orderly attendance,
hence awareness
awakened
to singular
choice as avoidance,
where vigilance
espies silent auction
as decrepitude
ousts clutching
buoyance
quickly fading
steamrolling
capacitance
to cling (by
the merest thread)
fat or slim chance
against depredations of...
inevitable
circumstance
trumpeting
"NON FAKE"
absent cognizance,
sans horribly
wizened wrinkled
countenance!
