I see the lonely spirits Wherever i go They would be the ones That nobody knows Just doing their thing In the corner of the bar Not searching for nothing Near or far Conversation ....... all around Sitting stoicly in their surround Awaiting a comment to rebound Or maybe just the soothing sound Of people....... an the chatter While drinks being had An the atsmosphere glad No need to be sad No need to go mad Lonely spirit on your own I know your here For your not home
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
In a crowded bar i can still pick the loner ........
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