An old woman,
Wheeled into the room,
Dying.
But she has one thing,
She must do.
Her last wish,
Her dying wish,
To caucus,
For Bernie Sanders.
Her caregiver,
By her side,
Too weak to raise her own hand,
Her caregiver raises it for her,
Holding her hand up,
So her vote,
Can be counted.
Her vote,
To leave the world,
A better place,
For future generations….
Will her dream,
Come true?
I wrote this after hearing about a lady at the Colorado caucus, whose last wish was to caucus for Bernie Sanders. The story so touched me, that I wrote this poem.
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