He kicked the can
far before the keg kicked

He drank himself
until he drowned

Literally his last breath
was spent at this bar

Right before his last cent
he was broke in many ways

His days started at open
his nights began at close

Only leaving room for
a drunken walk and sleep

His spirits were always hi
until the spirits went bye

A rowdy guy he could be
when others spoke to thee

He was a lonely man
sorrow built up caked his face

Cold brews washed it down
as foam covered his chin

He knew his limits though
never touching the liquor

The beer numbed the pain
the brews calmed the temper

A good tipper indeed he was
but now he's gone from us

He kicked the can
far before the keg kicked

The pub still lives on
from open to close

His lack of presence
remains the biggest difference

He was a lonely man
that found comfort at

The bottom of every glass
he had ever ordered

But was it genuine habit
or was it out of pattern

I never the courage to ask
I never the care to speak up

Is life moving to fast
for us to take the time

I'm no therapist, I remind myself
but merely a tender of the bar

However I still feel guilt
knowing I filled the last mug

Meaningless words dealt
fake "how you do's"

It turns out, until he was gone
I never valued his soul

He was a lonely man
but now so am I

He kicked the can
far before the last keg kicked

And now I'm left
kicking myself in the ***

For never becoming
a good friend
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