the minute, Charles Bukowski

“I am always fighting for the next

minute,” I tell my wife.

then she begins to tell me

how mistaken I am.

wives have a way of not

believing what their husbands

tell them.

the minute is a very sacred

thing.

I have fought for each one since my

childhood.

I continue to fight for each one.

I have never been bored or

at a loss what to do next.

even when I do nothing,

I am utilizing my time.

why people myst go to

amusement parks or movies

or sit in front of tv sets

or work crossword puzzles

or go to picnics

or visit relatives

or travel

or do most of the things

they do

is beyond me.

they mutilate minutes,

hours,

days,

lifetimes.

they have no idea of how

precious is a

minute.

I fight to realize the essence

of my time.

this doesn’t mean that

I can’t relax

and take an hour off

but it must be

my choosing.

to fight for each minute is to

fight for what is possible within

yourself,

so that your life and your death

will not be like

theirs.

be not like them

and you will

survive.

minute by

minute.

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