New here, poem about life being a series of habits (1 Viewer)

Greetings all,

This is my first post here. I've been reading Bukowski for several years now.

I was reading one his books some time ago, and there was a poem in there that I just cannot remember.

This will be very vague, I'm sure.

It was something about life being a series of habits, interrupted by something. Tragedies?

I don't really remember, but I'm sure someone can point me in the right direction. It would be very much appreciated.


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