I’ll miss Bar for the rest of my life.
Set the Bar High
It’s a place for coffee and cigarettes
It’s a place where cats walk on dinner sets
Where the kettle boils and the mugs are found
Where the laughter’s long and the words profound
Where we long for then and we wish for now
To be sweet and giddy, to be ours somehow.
Children grown and gone, husbands plump and here
Days of thinking now, and we shed a tear
For what’s gone before, what we feel we’ve lost
For the life we’ve had and the hidden cost.
Then we talk of children, laughter, hope
And we know that through it all we cope
With some cigarettes and a coffee pot
Twenty silk, emotion, such a lot
Of this and that and nothing much
But everything in turn will touch
Our hearts and make them sing again
Ignite the joy, dumb down the pain
The Bar is set and it is high
Not low – a mediocre try
High up, so we can touch the sun
And feel its heat, to know we won
The race in life, we beat the rest,
The ones who lived with second best.
This place of ash and coffee stains
This place where love and hope remain
Intact, is where I come to see
The woman who sees all in me
The Bar is high, she sets it so,
A woman I’m so glad to know
I met her in soft focus days
When babies ruled, a sunny haze
A time when time seemed limitless
Our lives so neat then in a mess
Our battles, triumphs, questions shared
Our paths examined and compared
And here we are, and here is Bar,
Spurring me on. My avatar.
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