Timeless Pub

One last drink 
In my everlasting pub
I call it a night
when I hear 
Empty loud voices 
Shadows its heart

A whim of fresh air
Is what tipsy heads crave
But a breeze through
Snatched my delight
Left me in blue
With raising agony 
Under a moonlight

Memories in queue 
To drown me
In my lagoon of sorrow
I sank, sank in pitch black
awake, awake in muddy green
a golden orb in the lake 
For me to take

My delight is short 
Yet worthy a cheer
a hope quakes my decaying soul
I shiver with joy in my sadness
every year I undertake the trip 
To the memory lane
For no pain is in vain

Reviews

[Bear]

Outstanding! I love the feel of that last drink as it disappears from the glass and how all my senses take notice of thing I missed before but may not really be there now. You captured the experience of the pub with just the right details, I applaud you Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

I do have one criticism, your sentence structure is off balanced and I would like to offer a solution:

One last drink
In my everlasting pub
I call it a night
when I hear
Empty loud voices
Shadows its heart

A whim of fresh air
Is what tipsy heads crave
But a breeze through
Snatched my delight
Left me in blue
With raising agony
Under a moonlight

Memories in queue
To drown me
In my lagoon of sorrow
I sank, sank in pitch black
awake, awake in muddy green
a golden orb in the lake
For me to take

My delight is short
Yet worthy a cheer
a hope quakes my decaying soul
I shiver with joy in my sadness
every year I undertake the trip
To the memory lane
For no pain is in vain

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Much, much appreciated Papa-Bear.