I was going to write about something global, like Obama getting the Nobel Peace Prize, presumably because he is not George W. Bush, but I found the following poem today and I just had to share. Once again a poem has influenced the way I look at events, both global and local.
Can you imagine waking up to the news that you had won the Nobel Prize and thinking to yourself, "Crap. Now I'll have to come up with a speech." I almost expected Obama to pull out a list and say "There are a few people I'd like to thank..." as if he had just gotten a Golden Globe Award.
My ankle is healing. The pain meds made me throw up, so I'm doing without. I will definitely have a scar, but hopefully won't lose my job.
Afraid So
Is it starting to rain?
Did the check bounce?
Are we out of coffee?
Is this going to hurt?
Could you lose your job?
Did the glass break?
Was the baggage misrouted?
Will this go on my record?
Are you missing much money?
Was anyone injured?
Is the traffic heavy?
Do I have to remove my clothes?
Will it leave a scar?
Must you go?
Will this be in the papers?
Is my time up already?
Are we seeing the understudy?
Will it affect my eyesight?
Did all the books burn?
Are you still smoking?
Is the bone broken?
Will I have to put him to sleep?
Was the car totaled?
Am I responsible for these charges?
Are you contagious?
Will we have to wait long?
Is the runway icy?
Was the gun loaded?
Could this cause side effects?
Do you know who betrayed you?
Is the wound infected?
Are we lost?
Will it get any worse?
Jeanne Marie Beaumont
