I think it will be another story
like other lost souls, a sad refrain,
but I soon learn that my Buddy
has a private pain
It seems he and his wife
have no action in the marriage bed
she has Skin cancer and a prolapsed Uterus,
leaves you with little to be said
He has female friends who are eager
to give him pleasure any night,
yet the guy has always been faithful
and for him it wouldn't be right
Yet what can a guy do or for
that matter for me to say
how do I come up with the words
that helps him night and day?
I guess this is what they call
for better or worse as they do
still with no sex at all I can see
what he wants-and so can you
So many lost souls in this bar tonight
looking to get drunk or for love,
I know he still loves his wife
she is an Angel from above
All I can say is I'll be his friend
to let him pour out his private pain,
perhaps give his cries to God
if his private hell comes around again?
I know others will say
too bad-so sad-go get laid,
find a willing woman
"you have needs"-what more can be said?
Still as I look around this lonely bar
I feel others are nursing their private pain,
sometimes a friend just needs to listen
leave the advice to an expert again
Somebody in counseling with experience
still, I feel for the pain in his soul,
behind a plastic smile set in place
he's married to a woman he doesn't know
Sometimes being a friend to someone
doesn't mean you have answers at all
sometimes just being silent and just there
tho you feel like wall paper on a wall
I'm a guy who likes to help
yet I'm at a loss as I drink my beer,
how many friends have their unspoken pain
never to voice them year after year?
how many friends have their unspoken pain
never to voice them year after year?
So very true lines, my friend. And there is never an easy answer except that sometimes, silence is truly golden.
If his wife recovers, he can go back to his old habit of using her for his religious and state sanctioned humping ground. if she doesn't, he should get over his false sense of grief in a beer bottle and get on with his life with as many women as he wants.
What is lacking in this poem is any concern for the wife who is really bearing real pain.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane