A deja-vu remembrance harkens back
at least a decade plus, 
when a series of unfortunate events
required us (yours truly, his wife and then 
two late teenage daughters, 
who yielded at the tug of autonomy)
whereat this former Bryn Mawr Bard
and his muse in dire need 
seeking an affordable 
one bedroom apartment
essentially a low income facility
which locale (a cross between something 
akin to Creedence Clearwater Revival 
and Lake Wobegon), 
I write this updated
pursuit for life, liberty 
and pursuit of happiness
cause the management here 
(at Highland Manor Apartments'),
where (I sense the regional manager) 
seems to harbor objection towards us
as witnessed by 
he drawing up and drafting a ridiculous
laundry list of issues 
that warrant immediate attention
lest we find ourselves 
(yours truly and the missus)
without shelter from the elements 
of how mother nature would style
severe challenges against us
as retribution for being born that way
meaning – with a poker face
and imposing on our respective psyches
a load of mental health issues
disallowing me to succeed at academics

nor acquiring and securing gainful employment
which found me a candidate 
for social security disability

approximately LXVII roaming 
half life of mine
at present a bundle of nerves

cause I gotta skedaddle with the spouse
as soon as possible,
the only drawback being 
inability to pay rent 
for a luxurious suite.

Recalcitrant mailer daemons 
wailed like banshees

roost upon sacred cerebral hemispheres

fancy feast beyond flesh jawboning,

rabidly tearing satiation point

rule thy roost wreaking 
havoc within psyche

ominous anguish asphyxiates, chokes,

and strangles means to gasp for air

snatches of gulped oxygen 
barely elude death

cruel damn fate pitches 
thyself and spouse

into the galley maw free

essential sands Father time 
spell rental termination

Mother of necessity 
and absentee landlord

the faux promise as tenant

then (about a dozen 
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago)
then at Ridley Town Manor Apartment

arrayed two story foursquare brick domiciles

within blue-collar 
zip code of Crum Lynn, Pennsylvania

held fleeting promise 
to avoid harsh indignities

of raw byte sized elements

circumstances took about face predicated

on many stipulations

never spelled out, nor lease proffered

plus inability of my financially strapped

octogenarian father could no longer be philanthropic, 
(who since passed away 
about five and a half years ago)

experiencing his own financial woes

as he continued 
to notch chronological markers

then which at four score 
and eight journeys mortality,

impressed hefty depleting monetary costs

requisite to remain at plush

Twin Silo Retirement Community

nestled among aery 
enclaves to house uptick

in elder population,

which havens for those 
trying to enjoy their golden years

realized (asper my dad), that longevity

quickly gobbles up accretion of savings

clamoring at emptiness, though younger, 
my checking accounts 
(ofttimes compromised me 
being hoodwinked money 
courtesy virtual theft scoundrel(s), 
where he/she, him/her, they/them, 
et cetera required 
cents (less Ness) and sense ability 
of mine to be put upon life support

and as iterated sole income awarded 
from social security

for a raft of riptides and undercurrents

susceptibility to anxiety, dysthymia,
obsessive/compulsive disorder,

palmar hyperhidrosis, and schizoid personality 
disorders present since birth,

yet which clarity courtesy

sans Diagnostic and Statistical Manual

at middle aged affixes 
a legitimate psychiatric name

to the many woeful mental health gremlins

buzz-feeding egregiously, 
diminishing coping skills

without plenti full supportive resources

hens (this chicken 
and egg thing) spurred suicidal ideation

immediately doth spike, thus Zarathustra

and though nary a bloody red cent garnered

vis a vis via tinker, tailor, soldier

spy catcher of versatile wit

Zilch = the current net result

coaxing, dabbling, and earning

with said minted medium,

which upside per literary skill 
allows, enables and provides

a golden opportunity 

to write my own 
caucasian, latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, 
Pennsylvania, solitudinarian, and Unitarian epitaph.