Playing with Words

The wise old bartender Had cleaned every glass From the lips that would listen As their footprints would pass He learned about talkers And the things theyd drink in While by nature and wisdom What weve learned in our skin He spoke very little As hed wipe them all dry Not only the outside But their insides that cry... Im empty and lonely And need something with proof ....Thats when hed open up And serve the hardest drink - Truth