...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
for a bearded gentleman cant
ask for help.
him and his kind
must look for a little
'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.
children of Ike.
all your troubles will soon be gone.
it still pains you.
uncle jack is still willing to talk
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