Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Trappings

We've all seen pictures of the man,
Tall and gaunt with white beard and hair;
Not changing over time's long span,
The same old hat and suit to wear.
Stars and stripes in a clownish style,
Red, white and blue, do not disguise
The pain behind that tired, forced smile,
The worry in those haunted eyes.
Beneath the brightly colored wrap
There beats a bruised and heavy heart.
So many hopes have turned to crap.
He looks and feels like one old fart.

Nieces and nephews - give a damn
About what's inside Uncle Sam.