As we accrue experience and skill
Bestriding academia and roles
Some memories grow vital, some just fill,
Ebb-tiding to the doldrums in our souls.
No one escapes some episodes of tedium,
The repetitious lulls between the dramas,
Mid troughs and peaks we find a happy medium
In being kids and oldsters, dads and mamas.
Neuronic loss, ironically, stokes memory,
Drives us to happy avenues of yore,
Ensorcels us whilst Now is filed with emery,
Delivers blank befuddlement at core.
Let’s see…where was I?? Candy bars a nickel?
Yum yum, and hey, who wants an Arnold’s Pickle?