...To Help The Pain Go Down. Poem by Charles Dawes

oh yes, the old tale of defeat.
how it rings clearly
in these ears.
a soft tune carried
on the backs of ghosts and
clowns alike.

for a bearded gentleman cant
ask for help.
him and his kind
must look for a little
comfort
else where.

'why dont you come here and sit
with me' calls uncle jack.
'sit and talk with the old man'
even though his heart
is made of gold,
I cant help but doubt
that he ever had any compassion
to begin with.
a empty turtle with a face
that would melt any heart.

drink up,
children of Ike.
all your troubles will soon be gone.
yet,
it still pains you.
thats fine,
uncle jack is still willing to talk