I worked in a bar, to make fast money <br />The people were kind and often funny <br />I would make their drink, listen to their story <br />They sought my council, but I got the glory <br />Working there to get out of the past <br />I found nice people whose friendship would last <br />They never failed to compliment me <br />It was my abusive ex, I was trying to flee <br />My self esteem, I had lost it all <br />Because of a hateful man who liked to brawl <br />The tips were great, the people too <br />I was working with a wondeful crew <br />I worked that job, for many years <br />It was full of laughter, not any tears <br />They brought me back, from the dead <br />Got me out of the painful life, I lead <br />It's not bad being a bartender, when you don't drink <br />It kept me from going to see a shrink <br />I had to quit my job, because my mom got sick <br />And by her side was where I'd stick <br />I still smile when I remember those glory days <br />When I got paid to hear their praise <br />Their kind word would mend my soul <br />And I got away from him, that was my main goal!<br /><br />Donna Nimmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bartending-days/
