So now?

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 fixbut the tree outside doesn't know:

I watch it moving with the windin 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!

"So Now?" - Charles Bukowski