Playing with Words

<p>The wise old bartender <br />Had cleaned every glass <br />From the lips that would listen <br />As their footprints would pass</p> <p>He learned about ‘talkers’ <br />And the things they’d drink in <br />While by nature and wisdom <br />What we’ve learned in our skin</p> <p>He spoke very little <br />As he’d wipe them all dry <br />Not only the outside <br />But their insides that cry...</p> <p>“I’m empty and lonely <br />And need something with proof” <br />....That’s when he’d open up <br />And serve the hardest drink - ‘Truth’</p>