I recently found this poem that I wrote about seven years ago while pondering on the realities of life that faced me as I entered my sixties, and I was creating a new form of poetry. Note the first word and last word of the poem and the use of the words throughout. It may seem like a downer, it's not really, I was having fun with words. Dissertation and Discombobulation - By Vaughan Jones Disillusioned by the current state of affairs, Dis-empowered as old age approaches, Disenfranchised because of my age, Dismembered from the professional set, Discriminated, allowing for the younger folk, All leads to a state of strange disparity. Disengaged I am from my professional set, Discontent appears to be at hand, Distraught explains how I now feel, Discovering the reality of life’s course, Disunion separates me from life, So I'm confused and disillusioned.
I invite everyone to send me your fun with words to firstname.lastname@example.org