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DREAMING AND MORE DREAMING

Dreaming and more dreaming
To the end of my days
Hoping and more hoping
To the end of my days
Accepting and yet unable to accept
The minor mediocrity I am
Writing and more writing
To the end of my days
Knowing and yet not knowing
The truth of what I am and am not
Dreaming and more dreaming
To the end of my days.

Shalom Freedman

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: writing

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Robert Murray Smith 24 May 2018

You are unique as we all are. An ancestor of the first improbables. Die in peace brother as will I. Why? For the reason that being an improbability you had an improbably unique life. Of all the billions of your brothers and sisters you remain, having so luckily reached old age. At the begining of the 20th Century the average age for dying was 50.

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