My this telomeri, telomeri di !

 
A friend recently posted this . 

And I need to applaud. Wildly.  Perhaps poetically. 

But first a word about telomeres. ...

Our genes/chromosomes replicate during cell division , which is what growth is all about. Many times , in the process, the ends of the chromosome/gene strings or DNA sequences, get corrupted or fused with neighboring strings (just like stitching two ends of cloth together, reduces the length of stuff), and this changes the nature of our chromosomes in unpredictable ways, causing various health problems, Big C etc.
 
But nature has gifted us with telomeres which are buffer spaces at the end of the chromosome/gene string, which face this, without allowing a mess up in the length and composition of the actual DNA/chromosome string.

My friend, You are really, your own telomere!


Some chromosome and DNA strings,
like misguided kids
who idolize goons,
try to replicate badly,
messing up the surroundings
in dangerous ways....

But not
if you are your own telomere,
straightening out
the genes
commanding them to behave,
sometimes
by
a chemo storm,
and sometimes
through the
lightening of radiation;
but almost always
and mostly
by exercising
those genes that
sing out
loud and clear,
"I can, I must, and I will"....

Yes,
every storm
tangles with dark clouds,
and every gale
bends some tough backs,
but only
a few,
straighten up again,
brush off the sand,
squeeze away
the depressing drops,
and look upon the jungle
of
collapsed tree branches,
as something
that
helps you climb up,
smile at the Sun
in a new dawn,
and sing
at the Top of your voice,
"My this telomeri, telomeri di !"