Salt in the Wound

Something cathartic would help:

A little candy-coated sympathy,

A drop of tough love  cough syrup, or

A constructively criticizing get-well gift.

I need more than a hand to hold mine,

I need an arm to lean on to, and

A footstep to follow with mine.

I don't need salting gossip.

I don't need frying publicity.

I don't need a journalist for a nurse,

So send in a clown instead.

(At least he can make me laugh.)