A poem...pretty long,please don't mind that..Let me confess,I have stretched it a bit but I don't really edit my poems,so please bear it....And oh,yes...please comment. He's sittings in a bar, On a friday night, He's longing for for some peace, though he's surrounded in quiet. He looks around,sees dozens of other people, and they are all unfamiliar and yet so similar, Little does he know, The wounds of love are always similar. The bartender has seen it all, He asks this guy about his story, The guy just blabs on,of how his love filled days, ended in misery. But he says,he still has not lost hope He's sure she'll return, And he knows her love was true, So he's willing to wait,in turn. He says he'll never love again, And wait for his true love, Coz he knows his love is strong, And he believes there's God above The bartender shakes his head, 'Yet another fool',he thinks, He smiles up front but he's filled with pity, As he fills the glass for the gentleman, And says "The drink is on me."