The New Face Man
The New Face Man
A new face walked inside,
He seemed a troubled man.
His hands right beside,
A shirt colored tan.
He sat on the stool,
Looked at the 'tender
Ordered it cool,
A drink real slender.
The 'tender made fast,
A cooled mug of beer.
And then he asked,
"What brings you here?"
The man raised his head,
A sip he took.
A tear he shed,
His life was a book.
Copyright © Jonas Garza | Year Posted 2015
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