I sit at the bar alone and hold my drink
It's a slow night and I have time to think
Our last words were hard and I regret each one
Is it really true that our love is now done?
It was so simple when we had just begun
A working man's girl who liked fun
But as we got older life got in the way
What do I do now - beg you to stay?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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