I Sat In A Shoddy Bar Comments

From sympathy to empathy the poem progress as if in a dream until its culmination in a lovey dream. I liked these lines the best, to quote: Oh, what an afternoon that was! Do we have to frequent Temples and other praying places To understand the love we shared? A splendid poem indeed.

What good would temples be if the empathy was contained only between their walls. Such sweet relief within our dreams. Empathy overflowing. The refreshing relief both physical of thirst and spiritual of soul. Within such a dream the innocents are also given dignity with love and brotherhood. Each reader sees a different set of eyes and even a different dog within our own experience and imagination and yet we all feel the essence of such sweet charity.......splendidly, vividly penned Madathil!

hey, readers! let me share a little secret with you now. the poet was by himself and remained by himself in the shoddy bar; well, there MAY have been a dog. 'Madathil' was the only ONE drinking. the employees had to kick him out at closing time. then he went home and made up this story. bri :)