Better Late Than Never

On March the 5^th I wrote a poem –

The title was “Dear Jill,”

Which was a plea that maybe

The First Lady would help fill.

 

Of course, she never saw it

And my quest was not unique,

But had she followed common sense,

We’d not be up the creek.

 

The paddles now must be controlled

By a dynamic team

Which maybe, just 4 months ago,

Would’ve had a bit more steam.

 

Yet there’s a chance the tide will turn

And folks will recognize

This country needs a leader

Spreading dignity, not lies.