The bar

A bitter ale in my hand, the bar is half empty
The leaves outside fall, inside there's stories a plenty.

Like the man working the bar, who once loved a lady.
He loved her so much, but had to leave for the navy
His love out of touch, fate was really  against him
For she thought it too much, and broke off the engagement.
The fire in his eyes dimmed, he never got up from the fall
His life a tragedy seems, from either side of the wall,
While his self esteem, has answered the reaper's call.

Or the old high school teacher, who orders 2 shots.
He just couldn't reach her, 4 more years lost.
He gently beseeched her, his patience the cost...
the club's got a new stripper, for a year at the most.

How about the couple, who met here last week?
For her a rum and coke, his smile made her weak,
For him some jack on the rocks, was she an illusion or trick?
The whole outside world stopped when she started to speak.
How tragic fate can be, inside this old bar,
Waited, did he. Unaware of her crashed car.

My ale is now Gone, and the bar is no longer empty.
In my sorrows I'll drown.... Like the leaves, they're a plenty....