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
case)
and as he bent over
I saw how difficult it was for
him
and I said, “wait, let me get
them. . . “
but as I picked them up
he dropped his cane
a beautiful, black polished
cane
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
forward.
I stood behind him waiting
my turn.
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I like how Mr. Charles makes me feel. He’s not big on denial. I appreciate that. It’s been too long since Bukowski made my reading list. Thanks for the nod.
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What made Charles spring to mind Bob?
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Just reading poetry as is my job when this one jumped out.
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Never had a chance to read B. Didn’t realize-forgot somehow. Amazing- thanks!