Can you be a rose without a thorn, don’t leave us forlorn.
You got elected, not as you expected.
So you are independent, not of common sense.
Don’t sit on the fence.
You may expect haters on your Facebook page, people filled with rage.
Threatening you and your family, those you love.
Far from Heaven above.
I cannot advise you to have a thick skin, delete and ignore.
Such messages are more than a bore.
Don’t dwell on Hell.
Tell them to get well.
I am a poet as you know, TS Eliot said truth is what is most hated, don’t let that get you down.
Look after Arklow town.
Love the sinner, hate the sin.
Where to begin?
Be constructive, not destructive.
Constructive is productive.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
I for one have hope.
I am a funny dope.
When you have nothing to say say nothing, mere words go nowhere.
Don’t waste your sweetness on the desert air.
Christ was angry with the moneychangers, let your voice be heard.
Truth is more than just a word.
Be, see, speak and do.
What more can I say, its up to you.
The ship is alright, it depends on the crew.
May your sky be blue.
Its early days yet, as we say here.
If you let me down there’s always beer.
Consolation is near.
Some become disillusioned, you say you’re there for the long haul.
Maybe a seat in the Dail?
Who knows what happens, you must learn the ropes.
Don’t treat everyone as dopes.
We all have hopes.
This poem is rather long.
I hope I did not get it wrong.
Christ said put not you faith in man, was that sexist?
Are you the one he missed?
You are a woman who has got her chance.
If I was young I might ask you for a dance.
I mean my jokes and everything.
You be queen, I won’t be king.
That sort of thing.
2nd June, 2019