Puzzled (a poem)

Which way shall I turn?

Oh, how I yearn

To have this puzzle solved for me.

His adorable ears

Or her heartfelt tears?

Is it Barack or is it Hillary?

Substance you say?

That won't get in my way.

I want change and I want it now!

I look toward the sun.

A new day has begun.

Not a worry line creases by brow.

"Yes we can!"

What a man!

A savior might this bright being be?

Yet the red telephone

Gave me pause, I own.

I won't fret.  I'll just wait and see.

Mimi Evans Winship