The Old Man With A Pork Pie Hat. Poem by Steven Harris

The old man in the pub with pork pie hat on
the one with the tweed jacket and the walking
stick
sits at the end of the bar reading a paper
and drinks a pint of bitter
world war 2 veteran
he's got more stories to tell then Hemmingway
more tales than a pony
seen everything he has
lost more friends than an aging rockstar
walked more miles than an experienced marathon
runner
fell in love more than once
and lost all love at one single swoop
he sits there all on his own
his mind full of memories
he'd bring more sadness and happiness out
of everyone
he tips his hat the man behind the bar
and leaves with all the carriage of history in his
head
that old fella at the of the bar
lived more life than anybody who comes through
those old brown doors.