some luck, somehow

I was already an old man
working there,
nearing 50,
had been there eleven
years
working the nightshift,
this young guy came
along,
blond, swift, full of
energy.
he told me at a coffee-
break one
night:
“I’m only going to be
here a year, I’m working
on my novel.”

twenty years later
I heard he’s still there,
and worse, that he’s
given up
writing.

some of those jocks
deserve the dull
jobs
they hate.

so many of those
jobs are held
by
first time
novelists.
I was one of
them
but somehow I knew
that the gods were
watching
so I never told
anybody.

and still
to this day
there are billions
of people
who don’t know!

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript