Return Me to a State of Grace
Hoping for a Reply
I sent this piece to President Obama recently. As just another casualty of the sad economy, I hoped for a real reply. I had forgotten I sent it when I got my reply via email yesterday in the form of a poorly executed, dismal, generic reply, Actually, as disappointing as my realistic expectations. I'm all grown up now.
I watch you, silent, from my meager place
Polished professional with a handsome face
I hear your words that I long to embrace
You hold the key, my return to grace
-------------------------------------------------
Once I was useful, no special needs case
Competent, confident, part of the race
Now life on a button labelled erase
You hold the key, my return to grace
-------------------------------------------------
Lost, on my own, in this vast space
My dog, my car, last remaining trace
Years of keeping up with the fast pace
You hold the key, my return to grace
-------------------------------------------------
Stranger to you, yet you are my brace,
Hope in you, get me back to first base
Depression looms to slow my chase
You hold the key, my return to grace
-------------------------------------------------
Silent, I watch, my life left to deface
Quick the path turns toward efface
Point me to the road named replace
You hold the key, my return to grace
------------------------------------------------