My Neighbor

I once knew a man named Jim with a silver tongue, just like Obama. He could sell anything. He got a job as a car salesman.,he made good money. This was great for a while. As Ihis wife thought that he was going to work.  Came payday he didn't sell much , his pay was short. 

 His mother stopped by the house. We lived next door. I was sitting outside  watching the children playing. She sat down and told me and his wife that he was at another woman's house in the mornings , instead of work.  My heart sank for my neighbor.

 I went inside my house and let them talk. I made koolaid and brought out cookies. The children came over for some and sat at the picnic table and ate them.. She had good children and my children had playmates.

I sat down and we talked about other things. Living in the country the children had lots of room to play.

Obama reminds me of this neighbor. Tell the people what they want to hear, and do what he wishes. Give people hope and promises. You don't have to make them good. Change, what change. The coins in your pocket.