Myth Regarding the Fountain of Youth

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Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Myth Regarding the Fountain of Youth.

Myth Regarding the Fountain of Youth

Ever since Ponce de Leon

there has been a search

for the Fountain of Youth.

Now that the old mythical beliefs are gone,

rejected by modern science and the church,

a desire still exists to find a simple truth.

Nobody gets to live forever,

all humans are appointed to die,

our bodies are destined to age.

Maybe someday somebody extremely clever,

will invent a potion we can apply,

to our old bodies for a decent wage.

Not rippling water bubbling from the newfound ground,

nor will it be a bitter pill to swallow,

with a certain degree of disgust.

But a discovery with a secret compound,

Which will make us strong like the god Apollo,

A remedy we can ultimately trust.

The side effects will be minimal,

only if you forget about the risks,

You don’t like your hair and lack of mobility.

It might make you smell like a dead animal,

and at our age, who cares about a few slipped discs,

all things come with a price and certain responsibilities.

Who doesn’t want to be young again,

even if the cure brings on the plague,

it’s all just a matter of perspective.

Coveting youth isn’t just a modern sin,

the quest is always on the historical stage,

so far, nothing that’s been tried is effective

to stop a person from growing old.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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