Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Poem For My 43rd Birthday - Poem 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.


Comments about Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski

  • (5/21/2014 6:05:00 AM)


    Glad to have the room... indeed, here is the praise I share. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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