I went to a party on Labor Day Friday in New York City.
I used to love parties;
Used to play music for parties for many decades!
Maybe that is part of the problem with this poem.
I felt like an alien or elder on the outer limits,
Unable to dance and awed by the “DJs” spinning.
I felt like an alien on a darkened once familiar foreign planet
Only for moments did this DJ pioneer allow himself,
To enjoy the throng of heaving bodies to the music.
None of the chicks were fine enough for me to ask them a dance,
My legs this night were not in-shape to freak anyway;
One burned by boiling water the previous week,
The other with a sudden calf strain.
I gotta get back on my bicycle!
A Life unhinged since I relocated back east.
It sucks here generally when not amused by the New York accents.
I’ve been a fool.
Fooled and failed so many times,
While searching to find the ONE female companion
With whom to spend the rest of my living days…
You know if you have visited previously that
I believe that I have found her.
But hurdles keep appearing in-front of us.
Now I think to fund-raise again…
To help her Mum come to America
For better health care than in Ukraine;
Life is strange.
Some of us never know
The purpose for which we came to be;
The only constant is that,
TIME passes whether we achieve or not.
Some will counsel:
“Life is too short” to get upset over disappointments.
I will counter that if we don’t get perturbed;
Crying-out like the infant who needs milk,
Then we never will get fed fulfillment and success!
I went to a birthday party last night,
Wishing all the while my far-away fiancee` was there with me.
I ordered a cocktail.
One part patience,
Stirred into a pint of deception tonic,
Shaken and sipped through the straw of long-awaited finally.
They played and pumped CDs with wordless beats.
They mixed magically as I taught them to unbeknownst.
Abashedly concerned I press-on,
Will there ever be any fun in life again?