Helping The Old

Some people don’t like Charles Bukowski, I’m not one of them.


Helping The Old

was standing in line at the bank today

when the old fellow in front of me

dropped his glasses (luckily, within the


and as he bent over

I saw how difficult it was for


and I said, “wait, let me get

them. . . “

but as I picked them up

he dropped his cane

a beautiful, black polished


and I got the glasses back to him

then went for the cane

steadying the old boy

as I handed him his cane.

he didn’t speak,

he just smiled at me.

then he turned

I stood behind him waiting

my turn.


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