The Bar
Table full of strangers and yet friends
When one drink ends another begins
Slowly releasing life’s stress and pain
Laughing with people that don’t even know your name
But they feel you… and appreciate your load
Sharing comfort with each other as stories unfold
Where the expletives from the daily grind
Or replaced with honey and babe, And things that are kind
Where politics and religion can take a rest
And all we want for each other is what is best
Breaking bread and sharing a drink, we find common ground
Perhaps ‘belly up’ is where world peace is found
This may not have been your experience so far
But for me, I wish more places were like The Bar
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Author:
MDStone (
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Comments3
A great way to relax from the stresses of the day. An escape route for many. I’ll raise my glass to that. Enjoyed reading your poem.
A small piece of time to just chill and imagine everything is ok, enjoyed the read
There are those friendly bars and then there are those that are not so friendly. A fun read that uses a great metaphor.
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