Like a Colorful Circus, our Lives (a poem of acceptance)
The Big Top
Now comes the distinguished ringmaster, to blow his whistle and for all, to display,
The three ringed circus a celebration of cheer, as all happy clowns are here.
A parade of the elephants and their riders so sweet, all to wave to us, and to greet.
The trapeze artists, so daring, so brave, as we rave and watch, to tremble in fear.
As Congress. to Seem
A candidate to run, as true blue, in all that they plan to do, all's education to pursue,
When each one is voted in, a change in the rhetoric to begin, now a new one to brew.
Amid the speeches and smiles so fair, all to make huge promises, without any care,
Parades to support and the T.V.ads, big money to court, these lads, nothing to spare.
An Evident Similarity
The elephant and the donkey on signs, of a circus, it all reminds, is our sign of the times,
The head men behind the scenes, often those elected, their only means, those selected.
The occasional dedicated, to run, a vestige of each blithe spirit, and as bright as the sun,
Deserving of all's salute, their deeds, their truth, so succeeds, great statues to be erected.
Questionable, at Best
Would a Jefferson, Hamilton, or Lincoln approve, of this, much a sham, of most every move,
The congress, once known, held in highest esteem, now malnourished, of such pipe dreams.
The colorful circus, performed before our eyes, enlightening, such an entertaining enterprise,
Never boring, without drama, so keen, as a soap opera of sorts, their retorts, so odd, it seems.
Our Hopes to Remain Undaunted
We may yet, take heart, as each does their part, to overcome and reform all this, of our lives,
The world to gain, for we shall never refrain, in correcting the wrongs, each misdeed, realized.
Our existence, all much of a circus, a jovial congregation, as each act portrayed, in its whole,
Is needless to say, the fond parts we each play, never forced upon us, or to be cajoled.