All families have an Uncle Bill, who’s wise and often right.
It’s not until some time has passed, his wisdom comes to light.
But far too often he’s ignored, discounted with a shrug,
and family members pay the price, for being far too smug.
The smugness of the builders who, owned the Great Blue Wall,
held apodictic certainty, that it would never fall.
But Uncle Bill said “Don’t assume blue collar votes are ours.
Get down to earth, do what’s smart, stop shooting for the stars.
With fairies and with sugarplums, and heads up in the clouds,
the advisors that poor Hillary had, seemed wrapped up in a shroud.
“Ignore Wisconsin, Michigan too, Pennsylvania’s in the bag,
let’s move on, for time spent here, will only cause a drag.”
So time has passed, again we see, that Uncle Bill was right.
Each magic fairy now is gone, no sugarplums in sight.
Profound advisors who once claimed, both insight and respect,
are scrambling now, to explain, malpractice and neglect.
(The Random Poet:121216
www.therandompoet.com)