Forth Vaccination Boosts Acquiescence Toward Mortality Part Uno

I revised a poem written January twenty second last year – two thousand twenty one regarding gratitude for Medicare Insurance to foot the bill concerning ability to heal courtesy immune system undergoing toe till agency or closest approximation thereof impossible mission to undergo one hundred percent protection against contracting deadly illness, viz latest epidemic impacting civilization. Here at Highland Manor Apartments Saturday January twenty third, two thousand and twenty one, I attest yours truly received the first (of four) inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19, thus mine poetic title might not seem absurd. Wednesday February third and Friday October twenty second same year as above witnessed himself receiving second and third injections respectively to diminish vulnerability contracting transmissible pathogen. Today Wednesday April sixth two thousand twenty two poet of Perkiomen Valley received the fourth bringing him up to date (or speed if you prefer druggist's lingo) with Center for disease control recommendations. Aforementioned stance toward death (meaning taking preventative measures to live healthy existence) obviously avoid Saturday night fever regarding desire Stayin' Alive and most oppressive when mine mental, physical and/or spiritual yours truly takes a (swan) dive analogous where bajillion bees swarm from their hive. Linkedin with well known poem by and by penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry expressed her relief to surender release and amazingly gracefully die "Because I could not stop for Death," she aptly crafted verses to comply reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting cessation of existence well nigh as does one garden variety generic goofy guy. All natural catastrophes aside, plus excluding thermonuclear war, where civilization would get fried nullifying idea viz, let conscience be your guide, nor no place to run and hide left to grapple with dystopian quandary