Poem by Charles Bukowski

Published november 5, 2014 13:54

I was still proud of that moment
back then
when Jed handed me
that pint
and
I drained
a third of it
with all the disciples
watching.
Damn, there was no way
it seemed
we could ever
lose
but we did.

And it took me
3 or 4 decades to
move on just a
little.
And Jed,
if you are still here
tonight,
(I forgot to tell you
then)
here's a thanks
for that drink.