The Man



Stops for a drink...

He sips his drink

Alone in the company

Of a stoic bar

Cheers for fears

Mending his wounds

A needle

A thread of


He made his bed…

Wash it down

With sting

Sharp edges

This man’s brew…

He takes a look

In the eyes

Of a time

Gone by…

In the eyes

Of a bystander

His thoughts reflect…

Lifting his drink

One more time…



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