The Sponsor Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my voice
When I say "Catch me honey, I'm on fire"
But I'm not on fire
Rather, I am like the guy in To Build A Fire by Jack London
Struggling embers soon to be extinguished by collapsing snow drifts

Deep degenerate principles taking years to unwind
Wasted effort, futile pleading to the big clock god
To rely on others is the vinegar flavored factual fidelity

I trust you can hear the lack of sarcasm in my voice
Hope to go out still dictating schedule and events and other life occurrences and not as a burden
A weight upon societal/familial obligations; who will help the aged exile?
Impenetrable beauty/ugliness of the breathing influx while looking back on scores of carefully archived memories
And hoping not to require the needs of a sponsor