Friday In The Pub - Poem by Anthony Acquah
When you look at faces in a pub,
What do you see on a Friday evening?
The stress being released and shown on the faces
The week-end is upon us once again.
Some people look happy and this is shown on their faces
That have radiance like they have just been washed.
Others have the look of anticipation on their faces of what
The night or week-end will hold.
Home to a loving partner who they have loved for years
With the same routine.
How as your day been dear?
What do you want for tea tonight?
Though you already know
Every Friday it is the same.
You can tell those who have just met
They look at each other not knowing what to say.
They do not know whether they should kiss, hug or just say hi.
New relationship don't want to sound or behave to eager
Like a new born baby looking for the assurance from the mother
It's OK I am here.
Single young women dressed to attract the opposite sex
Maybe someone will catch my eye tonight.
Young eager bucks plying for their attention.
The smell of there aftershave preceeding there entrance
Into the arena, and lingers on long after they have left.
Many different tongues can be heard over the various other sound that radiate through out the pub, glasses being collected, bar staff in attendance. Surveying those who stand in front at the bar.
Not observing who has been standing their longest, serving those
Who take their fancy. Arguments sometimes ensue they don't care
Friday night in the pub.
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