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So now ? – Charles Bukowski

So now ? – Charles Bukowski

The words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
The phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
It’s a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn’t know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
There’s nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
Each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young!

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