Alone at the bar, he's there day after day, filling his lungs with tar, with nothing to say
He doesn't remember when, he started to come, most of his time to spend, forgetting the Son
He knows that his heart was broke, why he came, years ago, a time he couldn't change
Lost his parents, soon after his wife, hasn't seen his children, since his flight
The bar filled with smoke, much like the haze, and the hoax, of those "saved"
They talk about helping, their walk doesn't show, much of them selfishly, in their own world
So, he sits all alone, at that bar, filling his lungs with smoke, and lives in his car
~Dale Griggs
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Today (What Will You Do)
PoetryPoetry compiled of day to day instances that all will incur! It could be fighting the demons inside or helping the beggar on the street; What will you do? Poetry gives us a glimpse of a snap shot in life like the photographer! We always have a chanc...
