Squandering days at an old island bar
Watching the world pass him by
Can’t win for losing
The god of his choosing
To a bottle
And a love that won’t die
Coffee at sunrise and midmorning beer
He rolls in the bar by noon
Pension affords him
The comforts to hold him
Cheap needles
And a black bottomed spoon
Afternoon breezes and fluffy white clouds
Pretty girls in strings strolling by
They used to adore him
Now mostly ignore him
An old fool
Just a bird that can’t fly
He went to college and found a career
A perfectly capable man
But bad love soon found him
The debt almost drowned him
Four kids
And a green mini van
Stories abound at the old island bar
Pull up a stool and you’ll see
Folks that are losing
The Gods of their choosing
Living life
To a lesser degree
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Great poem!
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Thank you so much.
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Phil 😦 This is so sad. 😦
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Been writing honky tonk, love lost stuff lately. Don’t really know why other than it makes for good songs. I should write more positive stuff huh?
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We all have to write…what we write. Sadness about things…makes for great poetry. This one was really sad 😦 I’m glad you are doing ok though Phil. You are a great writer…happy stuff or sad stuff! 🙂
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