Last Call

The last-call lights flickered once more A warning sign she chose to ignore Her soul, just like her pocketbook Was as empty as inside the glass she looked The bartender said, “Lass, you now must leave” As she wiped her tears on a tattered sleeve With no place left in the world to go She ventured out in the freshly fallen snow The beauty that she once wore with pride Had long ago shriveled up and died inside Her vanity had taken its high priced toll Leaving behind a lost and lonely soul Girls who were much less popular than she Now bask in a love life of prosperity While she is a smile in many a lad’s past The less frivolous girls have had the last laugh Now her love is something she can’t give away None of the men she devoured elected to stay That pint she just drained with her last sip Is the only thing left willing to touch her lips Her lights flickered their own last call As she ached for some more alcohol