Tales from the Bartender

The Old Man

The afternoon sun shines through the glass arc,
It warms the body and revives the soul,
It seeps through the very pores of my skin,

But it is not only I, who enjoys the heat,
There is another whose eyes are wide and bright,
He whose very presence gives warmth in itself,

The old man had always puzzled me,
Him, with his many tales full of wisdom and mirth,
He, whose smile never failed to lift me up,

We would talk for hours till the sun could barely be seen,
We would traverse the endless crevices of the universe,
Dreaming of things beyond our current state,

I loved the old man with whom I shared my secrets,
I opened up the very emotions that I had long kept hidden,
The old man had given my humanity back,

We were two souls bound by the hip,
One would not move if the other did not,
One would not live if the other was not by his side,

Then one day, the old man no longer came,
I was forced to drift alone without my beloved companion,
I was once again a ship without an anchor,

But I cannot live like this any longer,
I must seek refuge and find peace,
For I know this would have been the old man’s wish,

I now dream of the days that we spent together,
Days filled with life and love,
Days that would live on for all eternity,

In the end the only thing left to say is goodbye old man,
Or better yet till the next time we meet,
For I know we will share another fine afternoon sometime soon,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 3:24 AM