November 6: Hopeless

Sleeping dog
Elections did not go as I had hoped,
Despite the plethora of hopeful signs
So with grave disappointment I must cope…
Aww. Look at that sweet puppy. HE IS MINE!

Alas, perspective is in short supply-
When one can figure in pain and depresssion,
Replacing want with wising to comply,

How can I gaze upon my silly pups
Without feeling my heart from time to time?
From nearby congregant I’ll take the cups,
But puppy kisses might just prove sublime.

So seize the smooches when and where you may-
Because no other day shall be today.

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