Echoes of a Boy Long Gone

The problem with Tommy is

he’s not really there;

he’s not howling with glee,

pouring ink in his hair.

He's not torturing a fiddle,

or setting fire to your chair;

he's not dancing a jig,

hurling cats through the air.

For he died last October,

when the maples stood bare,

while taunting the knife thrower

at the West County Fair.

So despite how he screams,

shrieks, screeches and swears,

as he races stark naked

through the busy town Square;

and despite how he chills you

with his icy-cold stare;

The real problem with Tommy is-

he's not really there.