(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown,

   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following precendent all ways.

deux daughter desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,

   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy

   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,

   or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
   would be a picket fence with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
   create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satelline application)
   to find their way without turning on the light

soundless and still as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end, rather sizable in height

and essentially necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan, or hope flight
   of fancy wish to win the lottery, which would exite
   self or spouse, but reality in league  
   with fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,

   how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
   whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
   reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.

On your wooden rocking chair you now sit,
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile,
As your wrinkled face and shining grey hair you behold in the mirror.
You...
Remember how you fell in love with the wife of your youth,
and had your first kiss.
Remember the moments that made you laugh,
and cry too.
Remember how you made your fair share of mistakes,
and beat yourself for it.
Remember the periods of uncertainty,
and how you had to decide.
Remember the times you had to push yourself,
and how you thought you couldn't do it.
Remember how you dared to dream,
and set out to achieve it.
Remember the turning points in your life,
and how they shaped you.
Remember the friends that stood by you,
and those who left.
Remember above all the legacy you have laid,
and how it's posterity will endure for generations.
Upon this your smile becomes a laugh,
Revealing your now incomplete dentition fully,
For the full picture of your life you couldn't see years back,
Had just played out in front of you and...
It was beautiful...
And totally worth all the seconds, minutes, months and years.
You clearly see how God never left you,
Now you laugh out with pure joy.
Old age is bliss.
Love God and keep his commandments,
This is the whole duty of man.

(***** dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod
   assent if offspring  grown,
   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following
   precendent all ways.

Deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry in vite
tasty morsel to get chewed,
   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each

   individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after
   treasures for the tooth fairy
   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight,

but fascinating as
   each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned
   with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
   or a more apropos
   metaphor fielding sprite

   would be a picket fence
   with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child
   shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth
   under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse,
   (who to be honest
   create scratching
   sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy,
   doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satellite application)

   to find their way
   without turning on the light
soundless and still
   as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step
   ahead of her/his insight

expecting to disover
   a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end,
   rather sizable in height
and essentially
   necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan,
   or hope flight

   of fancy wish to win lottery,
   which would excite
   self or spouse, but
   reality in league  
   with the fickle finger
   of fate doth
   disappoint and delight

son or daughter
   boasting to classmates,
   how the rich tooth fairy
   (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt
   poor father, bled dry,

   whose coutenance
   (visible after break of day)  
reflects that of one,
   who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry
   toothless fairy took a bite.

Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
     (external Macbook
     Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner
     of thoughts cascading,
     flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
     yoyo wing thoughts,

     whether right now
     aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
     who made a
     lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
     more'n deuce
     score years ago,

     nonetheless left
     many a question
on me boyhood
     memory, no matter
     he predominantly talked
     Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
     with scant sprinkling of

     Anglo Saxon known to him
     despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
     (and hightailing to America
     as a possible stowaway)
     for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
     whipping oop tall tales

     courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
     not the least bit concerned
     freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
     extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
     attesting to birth family

     of said relation
     Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
     his near half century ago
     passing into oblivion,
     sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
     bing faux scion of
     attending sewing spool

     as self taught
     harried styled swift tailor
     finding goo goo
     doll young bride
     (eighteen Earth orbitz
     round the sun his junior),
     she died during her late 50's
     (during early nineteen sixties)

     attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
     by poor dentition
tooth fully, not
     fondly remembered for

     doting o'er my mama
     (the last born)
     as favored offspring
     at psychological expense
     for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.