Seems a century ago

There was a picture of Bill Clinton in the paper this morning.
Every time I see that face, I think of sunshine pouring in the end of a tunnel.
I see a balanced budget.
I see surplus.
I see the first bombers of the towers caught.
I see dead American soldiers counted in the hundreds rather than thousands.
I don't see torture condoned as accepted policy.
I see the obligatory sex "scandals" at least being hetero.
I see when Canadian money was worth less than ours.
I see a time when lying was something to be ashamed of, not official policy to be bragged about.

Ah, well.

There's a poem that expresses my feelings about the state of the union today;

Ode to Helwithit.
by
Ike Witt.