He sits at the end of the bar

Wondering how he got this far

A life he lived so full of sin

Hidden behind his glass of gin

He stirs the ice with a wrinkled hand

Life had not gone as he planned

It all seemed to be in vain

Filled with nothing but pain

He takes a sip of relief

Trying to drown the grief

The memories fill his head

All the things he should have said

A glass now drained

A soul forever stained