Charles Bukowski, a man of grit and grace
A poet of the streets, with a rough-hewn face
A voice for the downtrodden, the lost, the poor
His words like a lifeline, forever more
With pen in hand, he wrote of love and hate
Of whiskey, women, and a life of fate
His words raw and real, a mirror to our souls
A window into a world that often feels so cold
He wrote of the beauty in the darkest places
Of the light that shines in the dirtiest faces
He taught us to find the poetry in the mundane
And to never be afraid to speak our pain
So here's to you, Charles Bukowski, the bard of L.A
Your words will live on, forever and a day
You've left a legacy of truth and beauty
For all of us to find, in our search for true humility.
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