A dieing breed

Why faces of all the writers are black & white
I mean are they all old or died
I never tried to look a it this way
And never knew what words might meant to say
A character that is a dieing breed
Something that gives a new perspective indeed
Something others can’t see
And they ? They can never unsee
They were supposed to be praised for the gift they had
But they starved with nothing in thier hand
They suicided and they went mad
It’s so sad to believe
As the time fleas
Their will be so few of these people we are ever gonna see

They all made money
Writers starved
Writers suicided
Writers went mad.

-Charles Bukowski

The above quote made me write this poem . The lines are so true to its core … In simple words it displays a lot of meaning….. Please do share your views


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