She sits down on the couch to watch,
But swiftly soon she sleeps;
There’s no one knows the oracles
Or counsels that she keeps
A kind of walking bartender
Whose friends bring all their woes;
She might have troubles, too,
But if she does, it never shows —
The ache that has no anodyne,
The pain that has no cure;
She listens, but she never says –
So no one knows for sure
They always do! The eyes, they always do!
Good point.