Across the bar, I gave a handsome man a nod, our usual greetings.
He seemed sophisticated in his designer suits, and pricey gold watches.
Paid for by his out of town business trips, and after hours meetings.
He'd cast flames to it all, if only he had the guts to set the matches.
If only he could follow his heart, instead of another's ambition.
He wanted to stay in one place, play guitar, and sing.
Alas, he'd follow his father's path, it was only tradition.
To keep family business alive, and the money growing.
Then just like that, a bankrupt family dream. He still comes into the bar.
That handsome man now serenates me each night with his guitar.
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April Showers
PoetryThis collection is for the Versification challenge for the month of April. Each chapter is a prompt themed story or poem. Thank you for taking the time to read along, let me know what you think!
