Man Drinking Beer
Man drinking beer
At the downstairs café on its terrace
a man in an overcoat drank beer although
it was not yet ten o`clock yet.
he looked lonely a doomed friendless
person wondering what happened
to a life that started out encouraging
I could have been a winner
hadn`t it been for the bloody divorce
in the hour of need, he was deserted.
Ok, so he hadn`t been at his best
but he contributed to house and home
he was not the cuddly kissing type
trying wife, he had worked much overtime
to avoid going home and often stayed
too long at the bar.
Nevertheless, he had been a dutiful man
paid all the bills
and this what he got loneliness.
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