Bar 2016 Poem by Leaking Pen

Come join me at Bar 2016 and dine with me,
Where the wine is sour; and the bread is stale,
And no New Year's resolutions,
Start of this year's dreamers,
Can bring back shadows of lives passed,
Whose shelter is now a handful of dust!
And have tall or small
Or no monuments at all,
But a shared forgetfulness by time,
And one day
Soon of,
You and me.

Come and get drunk with me
And help me forget at BAR 2016…How
The Sun; harlot of each day of each year,
Tries to solicit names that have faded
By the hands of time,
On crumbled stone and tarnished bronze,
And failed to outsmart,
Death, nature's true master,
Of every season, and of forgotten souls,
And one day
Soon of,
You and me.

Come and weep with me,
And share at midnight a last drink at Bar 2016.
My bottle of wine is almost empty,
And the bread has no crust,
And is still hard to the touch,
Like these men and women,
Who sit separately and drink,
And try to numb their souls,
And forget shadows from within,
And the final shadow coming after them,
And one day after
You and me.

Does it get easier with running of time?
To lift a glass or two and many more when strangers drink together?
I try in vain to fight loneliness and its stings,
Where loneliness is either magnified,
Or its bites lessen by illusions of togetherness.
My mind unlike the sun's swings
In all directions when I live and relive,
My loss to death of the One
I love the most,
And this heart
Of mine at
Bar 2016.



January 4th 2016
Copyright Leaking Pen 2016