Poetry Walks

now


to reach here
gliding into old age
the decades gone
without ever meeting one person
truly evil
without ever meeting one person
truly exceptional
without ever meeting one person
truly good

gliding into old age

the mornings are the worst.

-Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)
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