Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

A Man Alone Is Only His Own Death


A MAN ALONE IS ONLY HIS OWN DEATH

A man alone is only his own death
Who gives nothing to the generations to come
What does he give?
What has his life been for?
A man alone as far he goes
Goes nowhere.
Even if they worship his dust
His dust is just dust,
And his life has been death also.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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  • Diana Rosser (7/12/2012 1:56:00 AM)

    I have so enjoyed reading the small number of poems I have time for this morning. I must go to work now, but hopefully will find time soon to read more of your wonderful work. (Report) Reply

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