Another Bukowski Ending

We wheel across the line of life
step over the river that is too wide
We weave stories of who we were
why we came this way, chose to be
the rag of life we see each morning

And we go on, we move, always, we move
there is no other path, we dream
there is, that there are other ways
but this is the way, this is
all
there is

And we go
on.

RD Savage
03/10/94

Published in Voices - 5/94

© 1994 by RD Savage