Wail Away
There are potions brewed
To soothe and smooth
The trouble from our brow
And gifts of gold and precious food
To still man’s deadly vow
A Cadillac
A Porsche
A Jag
To keep us up and proud
To stop the wife from getting mad
A child from getting loud
But all’s for naught where sadness reigns
In shadows born to die
Where nothing helps to quell the pains
Except a good long cry
John Christopher
1989
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