Ernie and Ted

My Friend Ernie

 

 

PASSING GRADES
Tribute to Francis & Paul Brown (Louisville, KY)
{founders of Kentucky’s Polio Support group 1984}

by E.J. Anderegg   (Tucson, AZ)

Within altered sense of “normalcy”, survivors struggle passing grade.
Chance to restore normal childhood, all the parents hoped and prayed.

A-typical (oft double A), with damaged birthright kid had not deserved,
Masquerades thru life, attempting to disguise some normalcy preserved.

Melding various accoutrements to life, trying their best to understate;
Body brace, prosthetic aids, sticks of wood that help them ambulate;

Independence walked to school, lagging behind any “normal” kid;
 Type ‘A’ driven child, demands residuals do as other children did.

Walks and biking exercise, forced damaged limbs to hypertrophy;
Within regime, a “little leg” gained enough to support a deluded lie.

Great percentage of impinged physic challenged to keep standing.
Young survivors, against the odds, of selves the most demanding.

No track, no sports – upper body strength earned some a P.E. grade;
in starkness of the gym class togs, absent choice of slick charade.

Expending extra energy for “passing” over 30 years, now revealed;
Virus devastated sorted body parts, old doctors declared were healed.

Conscious exclamation of youth’s Polio link was avoided up ‘til late,
drawn into survivors’ realm where “passers” with PPS commiserate.

Now embrace within the margins, where wide spectrum does reside,
Find empathetic ears and bonds; and residuals I no longer need to hide.

That “double-deal” of Polio, now forms symbiotic fellowship that grows;
within soulful bond now entered, we share our common fears and woes.

Byproduct of mixed blessing, Polio has joined souls from miles apart; 
The loving bond secures another’s story in special places of your heart.

And with a different show of courage, survivors, acquiescing to the fight;
crippled baggage jettisoned; friends of passing grades pass into the light.

Rev.  March 13, 2015  

 

 

G I N G E R
by  E. J. Anderegg
YOU TOOK A BACKSEAT TO ME, OVER ALL THESE YEARS.
AN ABSENCE OF OUR FUTURE EMOTE SOME WELLING TEARS.
EVENINGS AT OUR HOME;  DAILY WALKS ABOUT THE PARK.
SECURITY, OUR FAMILY FELT AS DAYLIGHT CLOSED TO DARK.
MUTUAL ADMIRATION, HELD THE STRAINS OF LIFE SECURE;
SOULFUL GAZE IN TROUBLED TIMES, A BLESSING TO BE SURE.
ALWAYS SEARCHING GREENER FIELDS; WANDERLUST TO ROAM.
ADJUSTING NOW, IN LATER YEARS, CONTENT TO STAY AT HOME.
WITH HEAVY HEART, MY FRIEND, WE WILL DRIVE OFF TO THE VET;
WE KNOW THE END IS ON THE WAY, BUT IT’S NOT QUITE OVER YET!
HER YEARS TIMES 7, EQUAL-AGED, STARE AT LAST GRAINS OF SAND.
AGING TOGETHER, GRACEFULLY, SEEMS LIKE THE MASTER PLAN.
IF YOU HAVE NOT BONDED IN LOVE WITH A PET IN THIS LIFE,
YOU HAVE MISSED A SPECIAL BLESSING,
AND SPARED MUCH END-OF-LIFE STRIFE.
{Written months prior to fateful day}

All ties of friendship and affection
which knit us as one throughout our lives
does not unravel with death

 

 

RECIPROCATING LOVE
by E.J. Anderegg     (rev. 2/27/15)

Long in the tooth, and conscious of truth
Food chain has aged soon resigned to prey
Dark brings the pacing, thoughts ever racing
As the remains of the prime memories stray

Age shall not alter, their love will not falter
Master well aware of the pet’s troubled mind.
Ever near in a crisis, loyalty will deserve this;
Reciprocating love a pet should always find.

Feelings being displayed, all solace betrayed,
Guard lowered reveals strength never viewed.
No signs of relief, overwhelmed with the grief
expanding void once love’s plan is construed.

Anguish, understated; any hope being deflated
 Mind crippled by all conflicting cerebral debate.
Man, with tears of a boy, rehearse devotion’s ploy
Family pet must be seduced to a slumbering fate.

Depth of those loving eyes, you must internalize;
Masquerading the walk to peace which is waiting.
Parallels of that day; in choice of a humane way;
You’ll demand nothing less for self - no debating.

You cannot quite fathom the grief; pray it be brief,
It takes some time adjusting to friend not around.
Within all distressing, lost friend a mixed blessing;
   My soul finds no relief as aging pet is put down.

 

 

 

SHE’S NOT AT HOME
by  E.J. Anderegg   (TUCSON,  AZ)

 

Heart-wrenching torque on the day she recoiled from Love’s voice;
Tortured mind sorting options, reality had no comfortable choice.
Weeks into months; months into years – Love’s loss moved along;
years eased into crisis; fortitude, dredged, denies anything wrong.

In late-life’s added drama, twist-of-fate now tests tensile strength
of love’s union slipping away into abyss of failed memory’s length.
Facts spouse knew, like “back of her hand”, are now in question;
in ever-deepening void, loved ones viewed her painful regression.

Your two worlds, with one roof, had become a home’s living hell.
Marriage torn limb from limb; sanity, desperately needed a spell.
With withered hands, shaking, all his dreams sink into despair;
 allows physician and family to seal fate of Mom’s end-of-life care.
 
Life partners bonded in youth, Dad had cleaved to a good wife;
annually celebrating the blessing of their selfless union for life.
Chosen, cherished, challenged each day – the years really flew;
Difficulty oft drives wedge between most, but bonds select few.

This weekend’s dialogue reminiscing for any lucid connections;
Caregivers engage the “Swan Song” of love’s life-long affections.
Once more parting lips to her forehead, he must now steal away;
 Sadly, aware her lights are still on; but she’s just not home today.

 

09-25-2014

AS THE MIND GOES, SO GOES PERSONA

by  E.J. Anderegg    (TUCSON, AZ)    September 24, 2014

Scope of present days scaled back to fragments of a former;
time and tide jettisoned memories’ vitality in that sacrifice.
Nostalgia confuses fact with fiction in quest of recollection,
as revelation, surfacing, demands confirmation of 3rd party.

My performance, in day-to-day, portraits normalcy in action;
confusion, bobbing to the surface, when history is summoned.
And in that diminished recall, I hear drama of another’s life.
Bewildered, a sustained testimony reveals matters of myself.

In downward spiral of aging, regrets are liberated in failings;
and adversely invite deceptive opportunism into your decline.
In suspicion, valid or not, my resentment raises its ugly head;
remorseful of the histrionics, attempts to patch relationships.

Those close to confiding trust always minimize the confusion;
drawing positive light on pertinent and in absentia of details.
The hide and seek of a Parkinson’s fog, oft reacquaints me to me;
openly, responding in bemusement and never revealing concerns.

Whether blessing or blight, awareness attempts to journal losses.
Survival skills absent any covalence with compromised memory.
But as the demons at play slowly erase a vulnerable hard drive,
Life, Lust, & Legacy get caught in a blank stare of ambivalence.

 

 

The HYDROCOLATOR
by E.J. Anderegg    (TUCSON, AZ)

Frightened children, wholly paralyzed, in mortal fear
become quickly aware of onslaught of unfamiliar insults
Confined in wards, selectively chosen by a virus,
that hadn’t any rear egress for escape of the daily panic.

Pain, at many levels, could no longer emotes any tears,
The emotion’s drywell, expended during confinement.
The vital functions, unresponsive, raised other acuities
of sight, sound, and touch to meekly overcompensate.

Child in isolation, housed in cramped and pestilent ward,
will develop the fortitude to spar with the wrack and woes.
Another young soul, broken by formative events, must find
a resolve to endure an approaching hydrocolator each day.

The stench of wet wool in the air heightened child’s gird,
For impending scald of stimulus Sister Kenny demanded.
Sterilized professionals, having all their faculties, unaware
the extreme’s intensity on the hydrocolator’s receiving end .

Beyond delusional fever and spinal tap for specimen fluids,
Many were greeted by an 8 x 10 mirror to interact with life.
Relying on the bellows, within the cylindrical sarcophagus,
Life’s Premier will slowly (or not) develop by adaptations.

From being helpless to hopeless, to your lungs in a tank,
Bulbar infection required retraining involuntary function.
Soon all your efforts deliver the wasting “rag doll” of a child
To an iron-railed bed; requiring others for all the basics.

Months and years transpired; a deliberate child developed.
And those early struggles made our survivor stronger for it.
Memories are quite vivid; stimulated recall makes me sick,
Of spinal tap nausea and hydrocolator’s 136 degree wet wool.

September 21, 2014

THE IRON LUNG
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath;
A traveler betwixt life and death.

   William Wordsworth

 

 

G I N G E R
by  E. J. Anderegg  ( TUCSON, AZ )

YOU TOOK A BACKSEAT TO ME, OVER ALL THESE YEARS.
AN ABSENCE OF OUR FUTURE EMOTES SOME WELLING TEARS.

EVENINGS AT OUR HOME AND DAILY WALKS ABOUT THE PARK.
SECURITY, OUR FAMILY FELT AS DAYLIGHT CLOSED TO DARK.

MUTUAL ADMIRATION, HELD STRAINED WORLDLY LIFE SECURE;
SOULFUL GAZE IN TROUBLED TIMES, A BLESSING TO BE SURE.

ALWAYS SEARCHING GREENER FIELDS; WANDERLUST TO ROAM.
ADJUSTING NOW, IN LATER YEARS, CONTENT TO STAY AT HOME.

WITH HEAVY HEART, MY FRIEND, WE MUST DIVE OFF TO THE VET;
I KNOW THE END IS ON THE WAY, BUT IT’S NOT QUITE OVER YET!

HER YEARS TIMES 7, EQUAL-AGED, STARE AT LAST GRAINS OF SAND.
AGING TOGETHER, GRACEFULLY, SEEMS LIKE THE MASTER PLAN.  

IF YOU HAVEN’T HAD BOND OF LOVE FROM CARING FOR A PET,
YOU HAVE MISSED A SPECIAL BLESSING,
ONE YOU’LL PROBABLY REGRET.

(September 6, 2014)

writing is the ultimate psychiatrist, the kindliest god of all. writing stalks death." 
by Charles Bukowski

 

 

DOGMA
( A PALINDROME of the EGO )

by E.J. Anderegg, Jr   (September 2, 2014)

Awe of our expanding universe, is laced with remarkable clusters of distance patterns;
Mankind, most religiously, sought a unique perspective to assess and explain the artistry.
Simple minds, with simple terms, struggled to find words that best enhanced the conveyance.
In the absence of the adequate, masters of ancient history honed their inadequate tools to relate.

At the point that prehensile tails fell away, mankind assumed the position of exclusivity.
While attempting divorce from the primordial slime, assumes that protective higher ground.
And the generations (and eons of offspring) embellished the interpretation of the original tale;
Arrogantly, convinced and rendered to the wanders in the wilderness of a heavenly messengers.

Within the psychology of proselytizing, an intentional polarization of varying belief systems.
Tribes, clans, cults and sects, purposefully, develop a growing sanctuary of the flock mentality.
The history of folk law hand-me-downs had energized doctrine and promoted fear to the contrary.
Belief systems of parables and variables struggled, endlessly, to keep temporary a dogmatic order.

From the broad view (as our vast universe), all seems synchronized, peaceful, and cogent;
Though, in fact, inspection in closer perspective would reveal that struggling discourse exists.
 Dogma, likewise, now questioned of the veracity and viability, as evolution refused to be in check.
With followers disengaging, as new facts refute fairytales, the science and introspection pushes back.

Many “fateful” stand stoic, refuting the verdict of Darwin or genesis of the “BIG BANG”.
Insulted belief systems create individual battlefronts; unaware “their’s” the enemy within.
Science confirms DNA’s double helix of the faithful, likewise, crawled from out the ooze.
In mimic of the prayer-less gambler, piety and power struggle that “odds-on” losing hand.

Common sense shall permit one’s exploration of theory, but precludes fiction for fact.
“Exclusivity” transverse with blinders, as arrogance becomes prime ingredient for oblivion.
Our superiority of an ever-expanding intellect increase capacity of insidious measures, if so bent;
Petulance of dogma, deemed sacred, foments Earth’s “Big Bang”, quite capable to void our footprint.

Every time we greet a new day, brings us one step closer to unadulterated truth;
Some squander time in mortality, examining division and insulting opposing mindsets.
We hence concentrate energy inconsistent of exalted doctrine, and blatantly mirror our ego.
And in the climax of that declaration of “exclusivity”, we succeeded in getting the flock out of here.

The sanctuary of the Cosmic Chaos is destined to replace the petulance with confluence.
And as we exit 3-demensional mortality, we reunite with the energy of that opposing viewpoint.
 With perfect perspective, opportunity avails to examine our shortcomings of that human experience,
And conclude as ONE, universally, that we excelled in that exercise in futility.

AMEN

 

 

SHADES OF IRREVERENCE
( by an old White guy w/o racial bias )

A  BADGE WITH A BIAS, ONCE AGAIN HAS DENIED US
THE RESPECT FOR LIFE, THAT HE’S SWORN TO PROTECT.
YOUNG LIFE TAKEN ONE DAY ,
BROWN’S KIN FLAY ROADWAY.
RESENTMENT BUILDING AS YOUNG LIFE IS DISMISSED.

SOON A UNIFORMED WAVE, IN CAREFREE PARADE
CELEBRATE THE JOBS EXECUTION, WELL DONE.
DESENSITIZED BY PARENT’S HATRED;
TAUGHT WHITE LIFE IS MORE SACRED,
WHILE THEY BLEACH-OUT DARK, ONE BY ONE.

DRAW-DOWN SUSPICIOUS,  REACTION QUITE VICIOUS;
BEST NOT PAINT THE WHOLE FORCE WITH A HUNCH.
BEST “COVER UP”  AND CLOSE RANKS,
SEAL THE DEAL WITH SOME TANKS.
A FEW BAD APPLES JUST SPOILED THE WHOLE BUNCH.

IN SOMBER VISAGE, NON-WHITES OF THE VILLAGE
 SEARCH FOR UNIFORMED JUSTICE, IN FLIGHT.
BROTHER’S MURDER ENRAGES,
THE BEST WAY TO ASSUAGE IS
A “LITTLEBOY BLUE” TAUGHT WRONG FROM RIGHT.

GENIE, OUT OF THE BOTTLE;  ANGER’S FULL THROTTLE;
DOUBLE STANDARD HARKENS THAT “SONG of the SOUTH.
ARMORED SHIELDS; WIELDING GUNS,
 BLUE WALL  OF CAMOFLAUGED HUNS,
SERVE & PROTECT”  BIGOTS WITH FOOT-IN-MOUTH.

THAT STARK SHOW OF FORCE WILL SOON DIVORCE
STRAINED FACTION, THAT FOR CENTURIES COWERED.
INBRED IN BLACK YOUTH
OF GUILT WITHOUT PROOF;
CULTURE WHERE PREJUDICE HAS SEIZED THE POWER.

BADGE WITH RETRACTIONS, WHITE NOISE DISTRACTIONS
FLOOD THE AIRWAVE TO MUDDY THE WATERS.
THEIR SCRIPTS, WELL REHEARSED, 
THIRD-HAND TESTIMENTS CURSED
SUPPORTING ANOTHER SUPREMIST SLAUGHTER.

I HATE TO REVEAL, IF TENSIONS DON’T HEAL,
POLITICAL CLANSMEN WILL STAKE THEIR CLAIM.
POINTED HOODS IN THE WINGS,
WATCH THEIR HANDS AS THEY WRING;
IF SOUTH RISES AGAIN,
BLACK, BROWN & TAN ARE FAIR GAME.

by  E.J. Anderegg   (TUCSON, AZ)
FINAL REVISION   8 / 21 / 14

 

 

MY GOLDEN YEARS
(MELODY OFAMONG MY SOUVENEIRSby  Connie Francis)

THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF ME;
THE LAD I USED TO BE
IS JUST A MEMORY;
I REACHED MY GOLDEN YEARS

HOW MUCH CAN ONE ENDURE;
I’M FEELING INSECURE,
I HOPE THEY FIND A CURE
FOR THESE GOLDEN YEARS.

PACEMAKER LIES IN REST
WITHIN HER HEAVING BREAST;
AND THOUGH  WE  TRY OUR BEST
CAN’T MANAGEC O P U L A T I O N !!

THAT THING SHE LOVED BEFORE
JUST WON’T STAY UP NO MORE;
NEW VENUES TO EXPLORE
TO SERVICE GOLDEN YEARS.

UNBEKNOWNST TO ME,
GREAT SEX CAN ROB YOUR CHI;
CUTBACK THAT SHAGGING SPREE
- CONSERVE THOSE GOLDEN YEARS.

NEW AILMENTS NOW CONGEST
BENEATH MY HAIRY CHEST
WHILE DOCTORS DO THEIR BEST
TO MANAGEC O N S T I P A T I O N.

I KNOW IT’S WELL PAST NOON,
THAT SUN BE SETTIN’ SOON;
I’M OFF TO MY SALOON
TO DROWN MY GOLDEN YEARS.

FORGOT WHO I SHOULD CALL
IN THE EVENT I FALL;
THANK GOD I STILL CAN CRAWL
INTO MY GOLDEN YEARS.

NO MATTER WHAT KIDS SAY,
THEY’RE PUTTIN’ YOU AWAY;
STILL TIME TO GO YOUR WAY,
OR RUE YOUR GOLDEN YEARS.

Parody by E.J. Anderegg  (July, 2014)

 

 

THE FUNNEL OF LIFE
by  Ernie Anderegg  (Tucson, AZ)   rev. 3/30/14

 We are all too late SMART; way too soon OLD.
In our analogous funnel mortal life shall unfold.

From our formative years unaware of life’s truth,
We sequester fond memories of a precious youth.

Catalog carefree struggles of finding our way;
Reminisce decades later for just one yesterday.

As a liquid soul circles up near your funnel’s rim.
The full essence of youth exploring safely within;

Self-absorbed in the daze, time would slowly pass;
We’ll search memory’s canyons when flat on our ass.

Adult world demands drawing our youth away;
Survival’s distraction takes a drain on each day.

Competitions of life may subvert life’s outpouring;
A displacement of time – time you were ignoring.

Deluding one’s self every year, that time is “aplenty”
Comparing time at age 50,  now moves faster than 20.

At mid-60’s, concerns of your vortex increasing;
Liquid time in your funnel viewed sharply decreasing.

As years spiral down funnel’s narrowing drain,
We ponder our “bucket list” to catch what remains.

In subsequent decades (should you be so blessed),
Tap into that bucket ahead of your health’s duress.

If we only knew sooner how this life might unfold,
We might smarten up early, and respect getting old.

 

 

the star-spangled web

 ERNIE ANDEREGG (Tucson, az)
March 29, 2014

Oh, what a star-spangled web they can weave;
Those litigious religious, hell-bent to deceive.

Politics’ mental midgets, ill-suited, know how to ram
message of subversion, cloaked in the wool of the Lamb.

Fine-tuning of mind control, mastered by astute few,
Hijacked the name of their Savior; most haven’t a clue.

Inquisition mentality pressuring the faithful to align;
Hoping to advance last century’s progress into decline .

Pulpit patriots vex faithful from Georgia to Texas;
their crusade under God, indivisible, now perplex us.

Broadcasting “cowards”, who never fought for our land,
Regiment those of prayer to obey their every command.

Politician rifles through scripture; then select or ignores.
Attempting to lash unwitting to doctrine of campaign oars.

The cadence of drubbing enraptured the chosen that toiled;
To late, an awareness, Ship-of-State is steered by the foiled.

Web of deceit corrupts all hope for our militant sphere;
Absurdity rules - common sense doesn't resides here.

Web’s mindless abandon, cowed by plutocratic instruction,
Church and State, so tainted, hasten the Eve of Destruction.

 

 

A  REMEDIAL LESSON IN  P’s  & Q’s
Governor Chris Christie’s GW Bridge escapade  Sept. 2013

E.J. Anderegg  -Tucson, AZ    

Affable, Benevolent, Charismatic, Derisive
Above scrutiny, downward he slides into the devisive.
In plain sight, GOP hopeful vaporizing any integrity;
A false sense of security harbors secrets in the shadows.

Energetic, Flamboyant, Galvanizing, Heartless
In full masquerade, his world (for now) becomes a stage
Praise and acclaim ego’s demand; all negativity deflected
Players in check; co-stars rehearse loyalty in the shadows.

Intentional, Judgmental, Kris*-wielding, Litigious
Unaware that life’s weal and woe demands Karmic Balance
While betraying the trust, grandiosity is dragged to its petard.
Just one candle’s glimmer penetrating light into the shadows.
                               (*Kris – dagger)

Manipulating, Navigating, Orchestrating, Perpetuating   
“Doubling down” on those falsehoods exposed by the light
“Ignorance”, not ample cover for pending hemorrhaging,
The most unkindly cuts of castration wait in the shadows.

A Query of Redaction so Shamefully Translucent    
Praying fear insures a fix to secure this poorly woven web;
Weak fabric’s tactful underpinnings strain under pressure.
Weak link chains arrogance to retribution in the shadows.

UNRECUSED, VINDICTIVE, and WORRIED,
As acclaim and power drift into the Nixonian tailspin;
Swiftly and efficiently, jurisprudence cuts the fat away.
Undermined by his lot; ass exposed, casting the shadows.

EXPOSED YOUNG ZEALOT
Remanded, forever, to the shadows
 
Revision February 28, 2014

 

 

PREFACE

A senior citizen, driving a van that has been equipped with side ramp, parks in designated  spot with
about 6-7 feet of striped access area adjacent for egress & reentry. 
Upon return to his vehicle, there is a “spanking new” Cadillac parked in the striped zone impeding access.
  Tempers flared, the “ boys in blue

were called, and van driver received a citation for using the “F” word (prompting a court appearance). 
BTW – no citation or warning for “Cadillac Man”;  ordinance sign, posted, demanded $500 fine to violators.

MY PLIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

To pentameter of “Night before Christmas”
by E.J.Anderegg   Tucson, AZ     12/28/11

On a holiday errand I just could not avoid,
a parked Caddy from Philly really got me annoyed.

The arrogant manner driver chose to display,
Will most certainly get him “an owie” one day.

Scofflaw had wrapped many shekels up in his sleigh;
   Just a “Gumba” from Philly, always wanting his way.

Just a big lazy Gumba – not lively, not quick;
Must be a Sicilian with a head very thick.

You asshole, you douche bag – my epithets came;
“ARROGANCE” comes with more than one name.

And placing “that finger” in front of my nose –
The Italian Salute, as my blood pressure rose.

 A half-breed Italian, with a distinct Jersey timbre,
 Let loose a tongue-lashing, Gumba should remember.

Both called for back-up; police cruiser responded;
but Gumba & lady-friends had responder confounded.

With citation in hand, to the courthouse I flew,
With my sac full of nuts and a trusty thumbscrew.

An elf with a shopping cart played lawyer that day;
Like Emperor’s New Clothes – a pants-down display!

Suited-up Elf employed any rouse he could muster.
In the end he wound up with his nerves in a fluster.

“I object”, “I object”, spittled  elf from his cart;
Conviction attempts failing – his case fell apart.

One Gumba with mischief and the elf in his cap;
In some pre-trial collusion, had concocted their trap.

“Dark walnut”, “black cherry” queried the elf;
Gumba’s sleigh color might be proof in itself.

My ‘steamed elfin colleague disliked his first name.
Another elf with a cart, wholived a life full of shame.

You could see that his job had become an addiction;
He stooped to new lows to secure a conviction.

    Intellectual prowess, which sat proud on the bench;
    sniffed-out quite early, witness had fishy stench.

   Elf slated poor Gumba to lead from the rear;
   Testimony was challenged and turned on its ear.

   He was chubby and plump – quite sure of himself.
  But accused hit Gumba’s nerve, in spite of his elf.

The buffoons on the verge of a newly found low,
Gave accused a real luster as judge told them “NO”.

Watching comic relief, evidence had not gone well;
Lorne Michael spoof fodder for his late-night SNL.

     Her Honor ruled case with the least of derision;
     But Gumba and Elf never liked her decision.

One man against many –right was my might;
Judge perceived Elf & company best be contrite.

And I heard them complain, as I rolled out of sight,
     "Who was that Old Fart?  That just did not go right!”                                

Revised December 28, 2013

 

POWERING DOWN
by E.J. Anderegg 8/31/13
We've all been told, “too soon smart; too late old”;
and we are not in these lifeboats alone.
Appears your elder’s reflection
Spurring new introspection,
We trim sails for our journey beyond.

When time lowers its shade, our memories fade,
life tends to play some mischievous pranks.
Thou we’re grateful, yet proud,
Self-respect won’t be cowed;
when our children have to fill in the blanks.

Organizing -I fail; can’t juggle my mail
All those balls I once kept in the air.
While dependence rejecting,
Dignity needs protecting
Cringe at thoughts of my personal care.

Can there be middle-ground for “once strong & sound”
Humility straining to stay at arm’s-length.
Nothing works like before;
Slightest task now a chore.
“Take my mind, BUT don’t sap my strength!”

Those you fathered can’t see the struggle that we
embrace as years start slowing our pace.
When they have young ones in-tow,
Forty years hence they’ll know;
They’ll soon occupy Dad’s empty space.

Good outweighs bad; there’s no need to be sad.
This journey is nothing short of profound.
Uncertain time now remaining;
Let’s not waste it complaining.
At some point, we must all power down.

 

POLIO REVISITED
by Ernie Anderegg 8/23/13

Paralyzing a few of the neighborhood crew;
stealing childhood from sound girls and boys.
That Polio virus enshrouding around us,
Hide your young; this infection destroys!
One year (sometimes two) in sterile review
Epidemic homes on prime spinal chords.
As muscle is altered; vital limbs start to falter
Stretching assets in all childrens’ wards.
L amenting “the Reaper”; faith, ever deeper.
accepting losses expressed or inferred.
Absent a home life, enduring ‘alone-life’
Childhood lost or, at best, quite deferred.
I nstitutions releasing to the waiting and weeping;
families steel to the ravaging tolls.
Degrees ran a spectrum - mild case to “wrecked em”
Each then straining for highest plateaus.
Onset ravished our youth; seniors face a new truth
as old conquests are becoming askew.
The syndrome’s transgression; force our regression,
as Polio drops the other insidious shoe. 

 

 

C0MPROMISE FURTHER MUSCLE LOSS
1] SKATING BY ON YOUR SSDI 
2] RUNNING OFF AT THE MOUTH
3] RELAY OF MESSAGES [ no gossip]
4] JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS
5] WRESTLING WITH YOUR THOUGHTS
6] DANCING AROUND THE QUESTION
7] PULLING SOMEONE’S LEG
8] LEAPING BEFORE YOU LOOK
9] SPINNING YOUR WHEELS
10] ANY MENTAL GYMNASTIC

My final attempt to lift your spirits may be
a Personal Best - E. J. Anderegg 8/22/13

 

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