The lonely Pints

Maybe you'��ve drunk them, certainly you will
Have seen others do so.
Cold, unwanted, unenjoyed, silently consumed
In an engrossed fashion. The casual drinker not
meeting the eyes of others, hiding the need

No one wants to be lost, lonely in a crowd. The
yearning hidden by the downcast eyes, all hearing
but apart of none. Isolated out of the warmth of
human conversation and comfort.

How did it happen? Well it'��s usually a long story,
A few wrong turnings, some unfortunate chances,
With sad endings and with no one to listen. Still
There'��s always the numbing effect of the lonely pints
For company