2014 health care reform will help my situation.
That said, I’m finding it hard to muster the appreciation.
Only four more years and we will be there.
My pre-existing condition will finally be square.
I will be able to get sick and not wonder where
my treatment will come from when I lay bare
without employment in the transition of life.
As transition is one’s life when going through strife.
Only four more years and I will be there.
I will be able to find happiness in life’s despair.
My only hope is that I am still aware.
That I am not just a body sitting with a blank stare.
I’m in the state of being alive and taking care of my mate.
The state of raising a family and living for dates
That are on the horizon for most of us.
Hoping to see my girls getting on a school bus.
See them discover boys and act a fool.
See them spend all summer in the swimming pool.
Growing closer as they learn to trust and love one another.
I wonder if they will have me there to help them discover
The beauty of this world of which we all share.
The obstacles I’ve conquered of which to beware.
Four more years to be a moving target for my policy.
Just long enough for one to give up and embrace insanity.
There is no arc for the character in this poem.
Maybe if you knew he started from a belief that some
never dreamed would come true and never believed
That real health care reform could be achieved.
But this protagonist had hope in spades.
He thought that universal health care had to be the only way.
That there was no way that a family must live in fear.
That freedom from fear was a right to hold dear.
And now as this poet sits and recollects
He will never again fight for something he knows he can’t affect.
That no matter the amount of energy put into believen.
that politics is for politicians not for average citizens.