Dark Oak Poem by Matthew Holloway

A bottle rests empty
On the dark oak of the bar
Another ordered awaits delivery
Each bottle drank and past back
Each new one placed
A question sits residing
On the stool the drinker sits
Each question has an answer
Or a few depending on the question
It's the drinker who's asking
Or perhaps forgetting
Searching maybe desperately
And the bottles hold no answer
For some it is said
That they hold them all
It's a matter a perspective
Depends where your sitting
Or serving or watching
Another bottle is now empty
On the dark oak of the bar