I Have No Answers Either

I Don’t Have Answers Either I’m sitting here today With my government on my mind And all the folks who work there Some out front and some behind. “Political office” is a strange concept Not everyone will rightly fit in. Unfortunately the best of folks Aren’t always the ones who win. But best or less, is not the point They have all taken an oath to serve Each one has their own agenda From that they seldom swerve But when I pray for them It’s not their bias I think of I just want that “Quiet Spirit” To give them a simple shove. There isn’t a one that needs no help All give reasons for what they like But all too often the public’s mood Takes a terribly frightful spike. There seem to be no reasoning No facts that change their views As they stand in growing numbers Their hateful rhetoric loudly spews. So how do I summarize my thoughts? On the jobs these folks take on. I trust the good ones band together To form a thriving, growing bond Pick issues of real substance Most silly things don’t matter Just stick to issues that mend Our people oft seem so scattered. The most outstanding issue In my growing frustration list Is all the “waste” in government It makes me really. . . “upset.” It isn’t the growing taxes Now spent for public good. It’s all the errors and theft By so many scamming “hoods”. People can lie and it don’t matter People can cheat at will But what I find on April 15th Is I’m left to clean up the bill. So if you work in government I don't care about bike trails Bridges that go to nowhere Public projects that often fail. I want my cops protected Firefighters deserve it too. Education needs more money Our infrastructure needs it too. So improve our well fare system Give kids a generous helping hand But after many years of hand outs They don’t seem able to build a plan. Spend more of ‘those’ tax dollars To build skills and more good jobs Provide training and encouragement But quit giving them “steak kabobs”. Step out of your spots in Washington Come back home, face we common folk. In small groups and not town halls So you can hear if a “quiet one” spoke. I’ll close now with a prayer With an apology to boot. I pray for your health and happiness Know in the future for you I’ll root. If I see that you are trying Making progress, slow but sure When I sense by public comments Your efforts for us are pure. Written by oldbuck Feb 25, 2017 as he prepares to have his taxes done next Tues.