The world beholds
A budding mind
Of adolescent bold,
Who soon finds
Psyche in a bind,
Needs mortally face
Youth be replaced,
To thus suffer
That nadir bath
On an ageing path,
The apathetic cold
In mortal bane hold…
No one be immune
To this adverse tune,
Of fated waste
Etching ones face,
Hence with resign
Aging so awaits
A fitting celebrate,
Where you may find
Me fashionably late!
Poetry on a canapé 
No one’s immune… says a lot.
Alas even Ponce de Leon’s legendary Fountain of Youth could not survive so as to come to the rescue…
Jean-Jacques Fournier