Nov.
6, 2013
We all sit on the hot seat waiting for the day to end,
So, we will know what our future holds,
Good news or bad,
Or perhaps we might be forced to relive it all again,
An election groundhog day,
Only with no early spring to predict
Just the endless monotony of a gray winter
I wonder what goes through her head,
How she feels, how much rides on a single roll of the die
And what she hopes the outcome will be when it’s concluded
Will she have a spot to land in this new land
If the man she is backing manages to win,
How helpless much she feel with no control over anything,
Least of all the outcome, all decided by strangers
In a strange land she only visits to bar hop and previously
To come and go from our office,
What else can she do but hope and pray,
If the gods are merciful and kind as she believes they might
be,
How heavily she must lean on those around her,
The men and woman who have played this came
For so long and with such passion, they do not hope
Or fear or pray, they merely wait, celebrating it they win
Moving on if they don’t, leaving her somewhere in limbo,
Win or lose.
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