The Regular

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 
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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 ass 

For never becoming 
a good friend