The Raving Poets - Rosemary Wilson

The Bartender

You were a strong man, I once thought
Now sticking out your hand for a piece of gold you think you deserve for a service you believe to be invaluable
Behind the wall you think yourself King to those who wish to reach over to sample your elixir
You look down on those who don’t worship you
You make those people the brunt of all your jokes
All I can say is this

I was once drawn in
But now I look beyond the acts of a sad and confused little boy
Who wants all but can’t grasp it
Who can decide but chooses not to

All I feel is a pit of emptiness and sorrow
I wish I could build up walls of smiles and happiness
But he is blind
He only sees his own problems which he chooses to ignore and burden others with.

You were a man – may be
Now you are a mouse.