The Corner Bar

There's an old man sitting alone in a corner bar

His eyes chasing the smoke of his Cuban cigar

He’s a private soul with many a story to tell

Especially of his limp caused by a German shell

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A girl cheerfully pulls ale from a worn varnished tap

Trying to forget she’s caught in the sex game trap

The day is her salvation and the night her blight

No one has ever cared enough about her plight

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A young-looking man who last month lost his wife

Sits against the wall and questions the point to life

There's a barrier at the end of his distrusting mind

And finds it hard to get through the daily grind

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The successful suit has all the money on earth

But he questions of himself his paternal worth

His demeanor is cold and says leave me alone

Along with the guilt he exudes that he’s never at home

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The disheveled guy at the piano has many a fan

Not surprising he was once a famous front man

His fingers and voice made him into a star

Until alcohol took hold and took him too far

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A taxi driver comes in with a purposeful stare

Parked on double yellows, and looking for a fare

A rotund fellow, he sits all day in a cab

He remembers the days when he was a slim, fit lad

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A child hops around the tables as if she’s a frog

And shrieks with delight at the big fluffy dog

He belongs to the man who popped in for a beer
Before he goes home with a belly full of cheer