mis-STRESS lingers, ms HOPE appears

PS: A poem on Stress

DESIDERATA's sundae musing arriveth early this week.
And he breaketh all rules with a PS as he writ
No, the hnour goes to a newly acquired Neighbourly Thread
flagging off as a JPSC
sharing with all mGf today's morning bread.

So let's see what a wordsmith has to say, yes, mis-STRESS still lingers:
by William Goldsmith, MD :


A definition, friends, of stress:
Your own reaction to a mess
Stresses may be large or small
Sometimes they're not perceived at all
Examples: Say a lack of cash;
A just-avoided freeway crash;
An allergen that's in the air;
The barber says you're losing hair;
Fifty on a spavined horse;
Attorney's letter re divorce;
Wetness, dryness, heat or cold;
Callow youth or getting old
Stress from pains to pleasures range
The common element is change
Adapt or die, and that's a fact
And so our bodies must react:
The heart speeds up, the gut slows down
Facial muscles snarl or frown
Bronchial tubes expand and then
The blood absorbs more oxygen
Widened pupils search the void
Adrenal glands secrete steroid
Serum glucose starts to climb
More insulin works overtime
Stressed physically or mentally
Muscles tense to fight or flee
The midbrain boils with rage and fear
While cortex plans to save your rear
The point is, stress is not unique
It doesn't mean you're dumb or weak
A part of mankind's constitution
Bequeathed to us by evolution
Common both to man and beast
It proves you're still alive, at least.

From across the Causeway this recent surprise visitor lingers
jpsc assures Desi his JP is authentic,
I assure him we'll always appreciate his wo(A)nders
Thanks a million times minus one
For bearing gift of gold from a - whoelse - Mr smith

"THANKS" from that minus one, the other 999,999 Desi leaves to my EsteemedReaders.

PPS: (remember, I started off with PS for starter at BF?
So I temporarily end with this li'l missif, INspired by Goldsmith's ending lines:


life is supposed to be sweet in the springtime
it's even better if you are with that someone
but autumn will still visit
and stress lingers

as long as we breathe,
hope still appears


So to mGf Yan and her fRiends
despair not, when one can still fly
without feathers but on the wings of HOPE
shared insights of wisdom

that as one continues to breathe
hope springs eternal in the human breast