With two friends running for election <br />I see the pain with unusual clarity <br />The disappointment in learning <br />That great endorsements are purchased <br />At a cost of honor, and populist philosophy <br />Counts little in the whirl <br />Of the great mosaic of special interests. <br /> <br />My deeper debt has earned his spurs <br />Took on an incumbent so well fortified <br />He only had to breathe to win <br />And understands the power <br />In humble house to house solicitation. <br /> <br />Perhaps in all this drama <br />The sadness is I have only one lawn <br />With which to display proclivity <br />And secrecy does not shield from decision's pain <br />When two men seek an office same. <br /> <br />I can only hope idealism's champion <br />Will stay his course and take the drubbing <br />Master the bitter lessons of vision's call <br />And like my likely winning friend learn <br />That he too can fight another day.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-election/
