A Poem For The Struggling

“it’s ours”

by Charles Bukowski

“there is always that space there

just before they get to us

that space

that fine relaxer

the breather

while say

flopping on a bed

thinking of nothing

or say

pouring a glass of water from the

spigot

while entranced by

nothing

that

gentle pure

space

it’s worth

centuries of

existence

say

just to scratch your neck

while looking at the window at

a bare branch

that space

there

before they get to us

ensures

that

when they do

they won’t

get it all

ever.”

I love this poem – it touches me deeply.  We must savor the gentle, pure moments, the small seemingly insignificant moments – the moments that no one can take away from us.  We must create that space for ourselves and cherish the small things in life, the things that are ours alone.  Hugs to you all!

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