All The Beauty Of All These Poems Poem by Shalom Freedman

ALL THE BEAUTY OF ALL THESE POEMS

All the Beauty of all these poems
Will never be known
No one will know how to read them
As my soul has pained them out
All the Beauty
So much seen and heard and felt
It will never be known

“We all have to die
The universe also
It’s no big deal that your little bit of beauty
Will be lost
Bigger and better and beautiful things
Have and will be lost

“Don’t cry little baby
Take it like a man

You just didn’t make it
Goodbye.”