A rather ordinary life

I live a rather ordinary life

Bukowski

on the other

hand lived the extraordinary

life

I must not have had enough women

slip through my fingers

nor drank enough wine

one cannot complain

and say he wants a better life

for I am not motivated to create

anything different

only one regret

I didn’t drink more wine while

I still could before I decided

I’d better stop

for the sake

of my liver.

Ah, memories of wine.

cheap, but excellent

California wine.

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