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The Bar
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FINAL An old worn out woman, the age of 43,
spreads on her make-up,
very carefully.
Her bleach blond hair falls in front of her eyes.
She's trying to feel young again,
but the wrinkles she cannot hide.
Her cigarette continues to burn in her hand,
as she sits in a bar,
waiting for a man.
A husband, a boyfriend,
whatever comes first.
Or at least someone to cure her angry thirst.
She flirts with the Bartender,
who is at least 22,
as if there was something she was trying to prove.
Her short skirt was purple,
made out of suede.
Her blue eyes once beaming,
have now begun to fade.
I think she is lonely,
you can tell by her eyes.
I thought to myself,
"what is she trying to hide?"
When finally no one came to sit by her side,
she left the bar with long slow strides.
She had too much to drink,
and now was depressed.
as nobody but I,
watched as she left.
What a pitiful sight!
I can't believe what I just saw.
Then something came to me...
I was the one sitting at the bar.
She reflected an exact image of me.
Only that woman had the strength to leave.
She left with a memory I'll never forget.
I was the one who was just like her...
and now I am left alone.
