While
thunderous presses roll,
Young
men with hat and briefcases in hand
(Or
so I understand)
Wander
from poll to poll,
Asking
odd men in some peculiar street
Which
candidate is theirs, which breakfast food
They
least dislike to eat,
Which
heresy offends their current mood.
But,
left or right though thick the issues fall,
Nobody
asks me anything at all.”— American poet Phyllis
McGinley (1905-1978), “The Forgotten Woman,” in Times Three: Selected Verse From Three Decades With Seventy New Poems (1960)
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