To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine-
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.
-Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski
To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine-
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.
-Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski
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