the man who never gave up

by mistersoto

I imagine him
the man who never gave up
a man unlike those of today
I’d recall his last years
of trailing
in the city
from bar to bar
with his nicotine
clothes and breath
the glint remaining in his pickled eye
he’d not be liked
people would step aside
to gain some distance
but the boys all loved him
like the rest of his life
his last nights were lonely
no one would deny his last hours hurt
but in those last seconds he knew
unknown to those around
that he’d never let go
of never giving up