Charles Bukowski

Lost

no
we can’t we can’t win it
I’ve decided we can’t win it
just for a while we thought we could
but that was just for a while
now we know we can’t win it
we can’t stand still and win it or run and win it
or do right and win it
or do wrong and win it
somebody else is going to win it
that’s why somebody else is there and
we are here
it is terrible to be defeated
in what seems to count
it will happen
to accept it is impossible
to know it is more important
than doves or switchbrakes
or love.
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