A Matter Of Choice Poem by Donal Mahoney

Someone has to cut the grass
Molly tells Bill
dozing off in his recliner
too weary to cut it.

For years a vet from Vietnam
has cut their grass
but he's sick again,
thanks to Agent Orange.

So Bill calls the food pantry
to see who's on the list to do
odd jobs and the lady says a
refugee who just arrived will do it.

Bill says hold the phone while
he checks with Molly, who says
she cares less who cuts the grass
as long as it's not Trump or Clinton.