On the day of my nativity
forget the cake or card.
Forgo the golden eagle
the gift from Monkey Wards.
It’s not that I won’t like them
little gestures, for I will.
But what I want this day of days
is a gift that really thrills:
A bit of sanity here and there
spread thick upon our congress
that plays on cliffs like games of sport
could make me feel less onerous.
Cookies and milk instead of guns
in Syria, Egypt and Gaza,
could make for peace and not for war
some coffee in the plaza?
And in the end, when souls do shake
because no anchors hold them
the way of love and hope and joy
could be our Halleluiah!
vitalwholeness 
I like it!