It Was Just A Little While Ago Poem by Charles Bukowski
It Was Just A Little While Ago
almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
an a quiet Sunday morning.
one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.
yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.
I fear far that far to many of us have felt this sense of worthless but are afraid to admit it. Charles wrote his feelings honestly and without forethought.
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8/7/2026 11:53:46 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Wow, striking writing. I laughed at how open and honest the last bitter punch is. ~*