The Stages of Ages in Verse
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Jetta Meyerson
Jetta Meyerson’s autobiography in verse, spans her diverse interests from her education in music and art through her retirement at age seventy-five. She studied opera with the renowned Maestro Romani, traveled extensively, worked in fashion promotion and advertising, taught tennis, and created and operated an art gallery. At age fifty, she turned a job in the insurance industry into a career that ended twenty-five years later. Always interested in writing, she had had several poems published. She currently resides in Valley Stream with her daughter, son-in-law, and grandaughter.
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The Stages of Ages in Verse - Jetta Meyerson
Copyright © 2008 by Jetta Meyerson.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2008905841
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
DEDICATION
This life’s history is dedicated to all the people
I met on my journey who have enriched my life’s experiences
and created the person I have become.
INTRODUCTION
The more I read, the less I knew.
I was anchored in ennui.
My life force seemed to disappear.
My energies were in arrears.
For forty years the constant struggle
contained no answers to this puzzle
in which I was engaged,
and now I stood alone enraged
that life had so decreed a fate I didn’t deserve.
He was in trouble from the start.
I suffered from a broken heart.
A baby helpless in my care.
I could not repair the tear
that threatened to engulf his being,
but only hope unseeing hands
would come to his deliverance
and soothe his painful countenance.
And so together we did battle
for a body that would rattle,
wheezing with each inhalation,
shaking with the trepidation
until his lungs could fill with air.
Watching was too much to bear.
The endless years
brought countless tears.
Frustrations were the main offense.
Happiness was just pretense.
To keep him balanced was a task.
I always had to wear a mask
to cover terrors I was feeling,
to keep myself in check from reeling
into an abyss.
To show him nothing was amiss,
so he could reach another day
to keep this monstrous thing at bay.
To have a view of life like mine
just doesn’t happen by design.
I didn’t start out to be that way.
I never liked the shade of gray.
But sometimes you don’t get to choose.
For some it’s drugs or sex or booze.
I settled for profanity.
It helped to save my sanity.
Once I had another life
before I had become a wife.
It was exciting and quite varied.
That was way before I married.
CHAPTER I
Adolescence
I was the oldest child of three.
I loved my family’s company.
My aunts and uncles lived nearby.
All I had to do was sigh
for them to grant my every wish.
Time spent with them was so delish.
When on vacation with my folks I sang at talent shows.
I connected with the music and heaven only knows
why, at this tender age, was touched by this obsession.
The limelight and the music would become my new profession.
High school beckoned and filled me with wrath.
I decided on a much different path.
I heard of a school filled with music and art
that was far from the norm, and one set apart.
But there was a problem, and there was a test.
You had to have talent, they took only the best.
I was dismayed, my voice wasn’t trained.
I feared my vocal chords would be strained
auditioning music unknown to me.
My entrance exam would be history.
Music theory was beyond my scope.
It was apparent there wasn’t a hope
of going to this wondrous school,
and joining this selective pool.
Image%2001.jpgMy sense of rhythm and my ear
was so discerning, I could hear
a shift of key, a change of beat,
that was considered no small feat
in one so unschooled, such as me.
They accepted me unconditionally.
My grade school principal did advise,
"You could never ever rise
to the level of those accepted.
I would find myself rejected.
Traveling would be a chore
Listen to me," he’d implore.
Speaking to my mom, he sighed.
Silently, I stood and cried.
"Jetta thinks she can do it.
I think that she should pursue it.
She has made a definite choice.
She wants to cultivate her voice."
How my mom supported me
and brushed aside his earnest plea,
was something she would not regret,
was something I would not forget.
I traveled many hours a day
to get to school from far away.
I did my homework on the train.
It helped to exercise my brain.
Private lessons then ensued.
My endeavors were pursued
with one ambition at this age,
to one day sing upon the stage.
Looking for a teacher, I auditioned for Jan Pierce.
He suggested coach Romani, whose reputation was so fierce
in his devotion to the operatic scores.
There was no time for parties or even teenage chores.
Practicing and singing scales,
relating all my newfound tales
seemed to bring us all together
forming an invisible tether.
Fortifying this strong bond
feeling that the girls were fond
of learning what I introduced,
Enjoying what I had produced.
Andra played piano, Gail took dancing lessons.
Sometimes Andra came with me to my singing sessions.
The house became a mecca of piano, dance, and song.
For me it was a refuge, a place where I belonged.
I began to