The Drifter

He walked into the quiet bar
Where he sat down and ordered beer
And as he drank, he dwelled
On past events that led him here.

An angry ex,
a fatherless child,
a boss he sees no more,
a mother's grave,
a life he gave,
While fighting in a war.

He ordered still another drink,
As he pondered on his life.
Would he really have been
such a different man,
had he stayed with his son and his wife?

He never spoke to anyone
while sitting at the bar,
Just stared straight ahead
Wondering why he's not dead,
And where all his family are.

The man got up, as if to leave,
And instead he sat back down.
"Another beer Mike, if you will",
"Then I'll be leaving town."

"I'm off to find another place
to hate the man I am.
Thanks to the ones who sent the boy
to fight in Vietnam."

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1. roxanne lamb says:

   Sad but true...