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That man who sits in the corner 
Who looks like he's sat there for years
Who casually drinks away his sorrows
And typically hides away his fears
The man who rarely answers when questioned
The man who seems to have no past
The one who doesn't change his emotion
He just sits and recharges his glass
It looks as though his burden is heavy 
And if his journey has been to long 
He's now not sure where he is going
But he is sure he's going alone
The world that is passing around him 
Seems to be passing him by
He's now to insecure to be happy
And he's now to tired to cry.
You wonder if he was ever happy,
Did he have friends, a family, a wife
Is this just now a sad ending 
To what was a wonderful life.
You don't know how to ease his pain 
And he would not want you to try.
He's just an old man sitting in an old mans bar 
Now waiting for his life to die !
Posted: 2014-04-15 11:44:40 UTC

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2014-06-23 09:11:04Malcolm Moss
This is really good, but I think it could be better. Read it out loud and pay attention to the rhythm. Does it really gel?