I spent the morning
Doing jobs around the house
Some cleaning, washing
Sorted out a few clothes
Then I walked the shop
Bought a few beers
That afternoon I sat in the sun
A book of Bukowski in hand
I read and drank my beer
Cursed any cloud passing over
Thought maybe I'll write later
A few poem of my own
And maybe someday someone
Somewhere may just be like me
Sitting in the sun
Drinking and reading
My poetry in their hand
And they will want to write
Perhaps the sun has gotten to me
But still I sit here thinking
Beer and book in hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem