Martin Challender Poet Rhyme

Give Me One For The Road

Searching for work can take its toll
hoping this world won’t break your soul
somehow, we ought to spend some time
parking our thoughts and our behinds
longing for those long wooden seats
we turn towards Ashburner Street

One For The Road, what do you say?
the market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, it’s my shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout

Working will always take its toll
hoping this world don’t claim your soul
somehow, we ought to spend more time
free from the thought of the daily grind
longing for those long wooden seats
we turn into Ashburner Street

One For The Road, what do you say?
The market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, it’s your shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout

Giving up work, retired from toll
hoping this world will save its soul
now we ought to spend, our hard-earned time
refreshing our thoughts, refreshing our minds
longing for those long wooden seats
we return to Ashburner Street

One For The Road, what do you say?
the market bar, will be okay
straight glass talk, one more shout
here’s to porter, bitter or stout.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Hilda Greenhough November 20, 2025 at 8:18 PM I enjoy this poem. Bars, or beer gardens as we used to call them, we're always after work meeting places. Your poem captures the history of an era. Martin Challender January 23, 2026 at 9:23 AM Thank you Hilda.