Poem for Frank

This poem was written in a moment of serendipity experienced at the neighborhood bank tonight on the eve of my 58th birthday. 

Tonight at the bank

A succession of signs

Presented themselves

In quite linear fashion

First the ATM wished me

Happy birthday which I found

Frightening enough that old

JP Morgan even knew or cared

Quite so much 

And the next thing I knew

JP was thrusting money at me

In a most peculiar way

More so than I could have

Ever hoped or imagined possible

And then to top it all off

He asked me if there

Was anything else he

Could help me with

At which point

I showed presence

Enough of mind 

To ask for at least

One more good year

For the both of us
My dear brother
No matter how
Outlandish a request
That may seem to be
To make at the bank