Walter C. Edwards


Bar - Poem by Walter C. Edwards

I will take my time
I listen, I hear,
down at the bar,
salty gray hair,
drinking my beer,
pissed that no one,
comes to say hello,
I feel my age,
no one cares,
there are no bouquets,
laughter gone,
old songs play,
whisky stench,
to the Bar wench I pay,
I going home, done,
for another day.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 29, 2013


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