Every evening I would walk down the road,
Walk into my local,
The Landlord would greet me.
“Evening Fred, a pint?”
Without really asking
The pint would be on the bar
By my seat,
My seat in the corner.
I sat there and watched,
As I have been for many years.
They all know me,
All greet me with a smile,
And a ‘Good evening Fred’.
Some come and chat
And pass the time of day,
Some we talk for hours,
Putting the world to right,
Many days I just sit and look,
Look at the folks in the pub.
Some playing darts,
Some playing cards,
But all with good grace,
And a smile on their face.
Many I have seen grow
From young people,
Into grown up women and men.
Each has come to know me,
The old man in the corner,
With his pint,
His wisdom,
And his wit.
But many do not know
As I finish my last pint
And walk out of the door,
I go home to my house,
The house where my lover lived,
But is there no longer.
Taken from me
So many years ago,
But every evening
That first pint in the pub,
I think of her,
And know that I will be with her,
Sooner rather than later.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After reading Lawless' poem yesterday about his pub, I am responding with a pub poem of my own. The music is of course Ella Fitzgerald and as far as I am concerned she could sing from a telephone directory and it would still sound wonderful.
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A fine write Gold. Never knew was called Fred?! You're getting around - supermarket, pub, etc...!
My Grandfather was Fred, a fine upstanding gentlemen.
Ahh, nice Gold.
And - * gets out my telephone directory to sing* (arrgghh!).
Great work Andy - I can just see the scene.
Thank you Michael, it used to be seen in many pubs, not so much now though.
GREAT ONE,GOLDY.I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A PUB,BUT I THINK THAT I WOULD SIT BACK AND WATCH
THE DIFFERENT PEOPLE COME AND GO.
Thank you FP, I used to see them and chat to them ‘back in the day’.
IT IS ALWAYS INTERESTING TO LEARN ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE,ON MPS IS THE ONLY CONTACT I HAVE,OTHER THAN DOCTORS,WITH OTHER PEOPLE.I HAVE AGORAPHOBIA,AND SEVERE ANXIETY.BUT I DON'T FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE HERE.I THINK THAT I WOULD BE COMFORTABLE IF I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU RIGHT NOW.
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A superb write.
Thanks Goldfinch60.
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you FineB, most kind.
Thanks ANDY ~ and for show casing ELLA a great JAZZ SINGER ~ They broke the Mould when she was called home to Heaven ~ I guess the Angelic Choir learned a thing or two from Ella when she arrived. I'm glad Heaven is for Eternity so many great Stars to hear in the Spirit if not the Flesh ! How high the Moon ~ a great overdubbing by Les Paul & Mary Ford ~ my Dad has the Disc also Several of Ella ! Angela & I are not great frequenters of PUBS (unless it's an Elvis or Beatles night !) but I do notice "OLD MEN in CORNERS" in my local ~ part of the Furniture and always ready to reminisce (and extrapolate !) about the past ! Lovely nostalgic poem ~ but perhaps a dying breed ~ except in Country Pubs ? By the way ~ How Old is Old these days ? 75+ or younger ? Maybe when I'm that age Typical British Pubs will have been phased out ~ but don't tell JOHN BETTJEMAN ~ Thanks for your comment on Angela's POEM much appreciated by both of us ! Yours B & A
A beautiful conversational poem, with a peaceful rhythm and tone. The twist at the end adds a touch of pathos and evokes emotion and empathy . Reminds a little of of poem I penned on a pub near me: The Blazing Rag. Again, a beautiful write.
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