How Is Your Heart?

during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (7)

very good, i can see guiter chords in this poem, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
i like the 'bowing your head' part it is like i am watching a scene while outside a window marundunong ka bali bali thank you for reading my poem 'hair less' haha gabay kon naramdaman ya manmaliw ya gwapo anggano magano labat
touching and lyrical; good poem, Manonton
open my window to let my soul wander in search for you, .thius is how u loose your patience when you donot find your loved one..... it is beautiful poem.. to the point dear.....10 read mine... i miss.... Mary to marry..... miss i miss u
Very good! the first three verses remind me of 'The Song of Wandering Aengus'. The last: a modern version of it. Well done!
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