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

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VERY CUTE! MAKES ME SMILE! CAN SEE IT ALL OCCURING IN MY HEAD. VERY SWEET...THANK YOU! CAREY GODWIN