Two friends Diverged

Two friends diverged in a foul mood,

And sorry I could not remain fair

And be a friend to either, I stood

And stared at one as long as I could

’Til she turned and hid behind her hair.

Then looked I at the other gone sour

And she perhaps the better thought out

Stated it was women’s darkest hour

Though fought since first feminist power

Was announced by fair Suffragette.

For both that morning equally lay

Hopeful voters would announce a win

Oh, I too felt optimism on that day

Yet knowing how hidden habits stay

I doubted politicians would ascend

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two friends diverged in a mood, and I,

I took the option less traveled by,

And so bowed out of the arguments.

Helga Roe Conklin