The Last Pint

The last pint He ordered a couple bottles and one And said an extra one he still want Seating by the counter late at one, Staring at couples dancing gracefully the night And remembering his own days of might Another shot of Johnny walker And tears were running freely down his face For the once so sweet love had now gone bitter Yet those sweet memories still linger hither But he couldn’t ever again get back thither So he emptied the bitter liquid glass after glass And the tears flowed barrel after barrel His brain span, whizzed and arched His heart punched his ribs and sprinted As his rib cages threatened to let go For the pain was too much for a wounded soul And the liquor too strong for a broken heart But glass after glass he still refilled anyway As his last bit of strength bowed and gave way His eyes got a summer and the racing heart a winter And then. . . And then he reluctantly pulled out the revolver He sighed and drained the last pint As he planted the cold lethal piece of copper in his brain