Future time traveler looks back one century ago

Future time traveler looks back one century ago I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and 64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse, (who remained married to yours truly for about one century – which elapsed in blink of an eye) long since gave up the ghost, which found me receptive to possible mission to date women (strong of body, mind, and spirit with frontier spirit) young enough to be my granddaughter. Circa December 4th, 2123, or 1212 military time, yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime (moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive) stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter). Born twenty three years into twenty second century alive and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive moost definitely dirty deeds done dirt cheap (trick) super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre (Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story, *****sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive. Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation (marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (hoe pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin) back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats) now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized "scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew some real winners gentiles, who commingled and intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew) eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19) medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2123 yahoo the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew entire population, hence envision terra firma with divine providence absolute zero people as edenic provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.