Charles Bukowski 
Come On In! 

another comebackclimbing back up out of the ooze, out ofthe thick black tar, rising up again, a modern Lazarus.you’re amazed at your goodfortune.somehow you’ve had morethan your share of secondchances.hell, accept it.what you have, you have.you walk and look in the bathroommirrorat an idiot’s smile. you know your luck.some go down and never climb back up.something is being kind to you.you turn from the mirror and walk into theworld.you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.back from a thousand warsyou look out from an open door into the silentnight.Sibelius plays on the radio.nothing has been lost or destroyed.you blow smoke into the night, tug at your rightear.baby, right now, you’ve got itall.