Health Plan
I have to choose a health plan;
It’s driving me insane.
The varying opinions
Do so little to explain.
If I do nothing, then it seems
The new plan I did choose.
If I “opt out” I keep the old
And either way, I lose.
Both plans have pros and cons, of course;
My friends are torn and split.
I rarely like decisions
And in this case, not one bit.
I have two weeks to ponder
Then I have to make my pick,
But all this back and forth about it’s
Making me feel sick.
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