God Gave A Better Course

There is some enormous grief within me
That waits to grieve its day
Why else would some old poet’s bio
Touch me with a hint of tear.

There was little room for poetry in youth
Mrs. Broadwell Shrugged and said: “It’s all right.”
When brought words of an observed eagle’s flight.
It put me off a year or two
Her confirming shrug of life’s indifference
But snow has beauty and it inspired anew,
What became words of poetry in national print
That slowly began to thaw
The curse that alcohol can pass along.

A President was what they wanted
And a poet was what they got,
Not that any of us knew this in the intervening years.
From what I’ve seen of politics
God gave a better course than they could see
And besides, I have always liked to eat
And there may even be an eternity.