BARS
Bars, appalling to some,
A haven of joy to others
A place we wake up to hate but love to go back to.
One wonders why the negative always appeals.
A bar…simple as a name, a location, a place,
The end weight; heavy brains, smiles, wounds then memories.
To smile, is the bar before or after you enter it.
A haven of joy to others
A place we wake up to hate but love to go back to.
One wonders why the negative always appeals.
A bar…simple as a name, a location, a place,
The end weight; heavy brains, smiles, wounds then memories.
To smile, is the bar before or after you enter it.