Made Of Stone Poem by Mathew Thomas

After the war,
Minus two fingers,
With two fingers of scotch,
To forget my loss,
and drown my sorrow.

With one to go,
The barmaid walked up,
Will you have one more?
Looked up and said, let it be so,
One for the road.

Its closing time she said,
Downed my sorrow,
Got up,
And tottered a little,
With steady hands she held my arm.

Walked me to the door,
And she whispered I love you,
Show me your heart,
She put her hand in the pocket
And brought out a heart, made of stone.