The Listening Bartender

Every night he stands behind the bar,

Mixing drinks and playing his guitar,

He listens to stories and tales so true,

From patrons, old and new.

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He's seen it all, the highs and lows,

The laughs and tears, the ebbs and flows,

Through the bottles and glasses he sees,

The secrets that they all release.

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Some come to forget, some to remember,

Some to drown sorrows, some to surrender,

But he's always there with a listening ear,

To share the burden, to calm the fear.

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In the midst of the neon lights and noise,

He's found a sanctuary, a place of poise,

Where he can be himself, in his element,

With his shaker, his music, and his sentiment.

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And though he may pour drinks for a living,

His spirit is high, his heart is giving,

For he knows that every night he touches lives,

And that's where his true fulfillment lies.

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So here's to the bartender, the unsung hero,

Who makes our nights memorable, even when we feel low,

May his glass never empty, his music never stop,

For he's the one who brings joy to our heart's backdrop.

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