I Cannot Help it; I'm Going to Miss Him A Little

It's a sad day, but I've a strategy
To cope a bit with what I needs must mourn.
I write today a sort of elegy
To this we've lost, that's been a kind of porn.
Our president today gave us his last
Press conference as our great C-in-C.
I often find that not till things are past
Do I indeed see what they've meant to me.
"Oh, hey, Brazil, you have black people too..."
"When I talk war, I'm really talking peace..."
(I paraphrase to keep my sonnet true)
Yes, all too soon, these Bushisms will cease.
But when it comes to laughter versus hope,
I'll take an earnest man over a dope.