licking the wounds

"the cure for one, john, is another one", he says, not guessing how crooked is that subject to my ears (timings, whatever). well, i've tried. i really did. once. with bad results. too many ghosts were dwelling under my shadow. ended up doing something i'm not really proud of. undeserved, for one. unworthy, for another. the cure for one might well be another one, all right, but only if we're sheltering ghosts no more. 'cause we have no right to ask anyone to lick our wounds for us.