The Man At The Bar Poem by Jean Meyer

The man at the bar
We all know who you are.
You come in each day
To relax and play.

You take your chair
And order your drink.
You watch tv
Or sit there and think.

You pick your numbers
and play keno.
You greet the members
Most whom you know.

They're veterans like you
Who come in to talk
About their lives
And the walk they walked.

But the chair at the bar
Is empty today
For the man at the bar
Has gone away.