A POEM
A few weeks late, I know... but, still, in advance of January's inauguration, I'll call this poem "Thank You America."
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I promised I’d write an election poem
But my pen, I fear, has been rusted
From excessive disuse from my teenage years
A shame, since at one time I trusted
I could rhyme without eliciting
Total pity or embarrassment.
Well… no matter. I’m not easily deterred.
I’m older, but still a semi-literate gent.
And besides - the subject of my writing
Deserves the praise and cheery prose
That comes most easily in verse.
Thank god - election returns weren’t close!
Change has come to America!
And with it, a new administration
With a heavily Democratic Congress
That, together, can start fixing this nation.
After years of living in this capital city,
Dreading to pick up the daily paper
To scan the latest in shady back-room dealings,
That constant, so-sad-it’s-funny caper
That’d became our backward government:
What a relief! A new man is in charge!
And not just new, but someone smart
Who uses sentences that are large,
And reads books, not just acts the part.
Out with the old, and in with the new
A period of healing and one of hope
But not without challenges - that’s to be sure.
It’s increasingly hard for the poor to cope
With soaring expenses and shriveling pay.
An absence of jobs; banks closing by the day.
These are tough times, and it’s silly to count
On the government to solve all our issues.
Still, it’s heartening to trust in the good sense
Of a man sure in his skin and his shoes,
And in whom I can feel pride, and not need tissues.
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I promised I’d write an election poem
But my pen, I fear, has been rusted
From excessive disuse from my teenage years
A shame, since at one time I trusted
I could rhyme without eliciting
Total pity or embarrassment.
Well… no matter. I’m not easily deterred.
I’m older, but still a semi-literate gent.
And besides - the subject of my writing
Deserves the praise and cheery prose
That comes most easily in verse.
Thank god - election returns weren’t close!
Change has come to America!
And with it, a new administration
With a heavily Democratic Congress
That, together, can start fixing this nation.
After years of living in this capital city,
Dreading to pick up the daily paper
To scan the latest in shady back-room dealings,
That constant, so-sad-it’s-funny caper
That’d became our backward government:
What a relief! A new man is in charge!
And not just new, but someone smart
Who uses sentences that are large,
And reads books, not just acts the part.
Out with the old, and in with the new
A period of healing and one of hope
But not without challenges - that’s to be sure.
It’s increasingly hard for the poor to cope
With soaring expenses and shriveling pay.
An absence of jobs; banks closing by the day.
These are tough times, and it’s silly to count
On the government to solve all our issues.
Still, it’s heartening to trust in the good sense
Of a man sure in his skin and his shoes,
And in whom I can feel pride, and not need tissues.