A legal pad with copious notes , dates
and chicken scratch
A room filled with diplomas ,
whatnots and balderdash
Here I sit in 2017
The minds boil has become inflamed
The second child declared insane
Clutching white flesh in the midst -
of the fall
Blank stares , nervous ticks and quite abnormal
Silly grins and childish games
The afternoon thespian now fully engaged
Tugging at his lip , wiping his brow ,
rolling brown eyes , wearing a frown
A punctual ghost to pander my folly
A toast to the woe begotten , the disillusioned -
and the melancholy* ..