An easy night The hardest day
Across a lonely room
inside a crowded bar
an aging gigolo
strumming on his guitar
He sees a girl he likes
they leave, he has his way
That's how an easy night
turns out to be
the hardest day
The emptiness is churning
inside his broken heart
another happy ending
that never had a start
His bed is always empty
the lovers never stay
because an easy night
turns out to be
the hardest day
poem by Hans Bump
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