By Ronald E. Bachman
(With thanks to E.A. Poe’s, “The Raven”)
Once upon a weekday dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
My youthful brain was being fair, to learn about ObamaCare,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door,
“Tis some visitor,” I thought, “Tapping at my bedroom door –
Only this and nothing more.”
Then a Spirit came over me, as I dreamed of liberty,
Could I keep my Doctor Seuss, my baseball cap, my Mother Goose?
And with my needs could I be sure, that my doctor would have a cure
For complex ills and dangers waiting? Are we advancing or abating?