A bartender listens with false concern
As a jukebox and jilted young man cry,
“Yeah, sometimes truth can be hard to discern
Even though it looks you dead in the eye. ”

“When the heart takes over then it’s too late,
You’re committed, like you’ve jumped from a plane,
You hope for the best, but it’s up to fate,
As all these thoughts start to race through your brain. ”

The bartender nodded then yelled, “Last call!”
And patrons responded like thirsty sheep,
The dejected young man began to scrawl,
As someone with a broom, began to sweep.

“I don’t know if love’s real anymore,
It’s failed me so much; I’ve quit keeping score. ”

© Michael Joseph Donnelly 2016

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