Love Poem: Last Call
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Written by: Larry Bradfield

Last Call

Last call, it's closin' time, my friend -
I guess this heart may never mend
Once more I'll let my elbow bend
Before I face that cold north wind

Last call, it's your last time to blend
I'm at home in this bar you tend
Thanks for the ear you always lend
Hope I said nothin' to offend

She said my graveside she'd attend
But not a teardrop would she spend
My obituary's been penned
And she'll be glad to see my end

So it's this bar that I commend
The service here I recommend
And for the future I contend
Someday my ways I may amend

2/7/2017