Bar talk
You talk to old people, in bars all aloneThey talk about wives, family and home
About times long ago, of sadness and sorrow
Of hard times gone by, but never tomorrow
They talk about war, and the friends that they lost
The waste of it all, and what its all cost
Their lives turned around, the ones that survived
The guilt that is carried, for those left deprived
We sit there and listen then nod and agree
But if it was'nt for them, we would'nt be free
So show some compassion, if you mean it or not
Just sit there and listen, it cost them a lot.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-20 at 13:19
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