The most dishonest songs on the world
Are the ones whose singers promise to
Come running to see you again,
To lean on me,
Like a bridge over troubled water.
A friend of mine, a particularly stoic guy,
Confessed to me on the phone that
He’s been given to self-pity lately.
I said the first thing that came to mind:
“That’s not very attractive.”
I’ve been married to my wife 16 years.
One Friday night in the middle of that, she came home clinically depressed.
I treated her as if she was an armed intruder.
You get out, or I will.
Sickness and in health didn’t apply. I was defending myself and my child.
When you’re down and troubled …
Do you want to call out someone’s name?
Or, like me, is your impulse to wait
Until you feel better again,
And can be better company?
Yes, there’s aid and comfort and loyalty to be found in this world.
But you know—not suspect, not think, not worry, know—
That in the end, it's you against you,
Or you alongside you
Who’ll either laugh or cry, work or lie, do or die.
Dedicated to communicator and poet Glynn Young, who has the courage to publish poems; and the best reader I know, Marty Damon, who encourages me. (Blame them.) —DM