So Now? Poem by Charles Bukowski

just heard Drew Barrymore read this and am still crying. i too am waiting and I too was young once, so long ago. will read more of his poems...and keep watching the wind move the branches on the tree outside

Love this poem....god we were young was

the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live, waiting to die. I wish I could ring in some bravery. it's a lousy fix but the tree outside doesn't know: I watch it moving with the wind in the late afternoon sun. there's nothing to declare here, just a waiting. each faces it alone. Oh, I was once young, Oh, I was once unbelievably young!