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 they'd drink in While by nature and wisdom What we've learned in our skin

He spoke very little As he'd wipe them all dry Not only the outside But their insides that cry...

"I'm empty and lonely And need something with proof" ....That's when he'd open up And serve the hardest drink - 'Truth'