Even The Most Beautiful Sounds Lose Their Meaning Poem by Shalom Freedman

Even the most beautiful sounds lose their meaning
And become only the routine at times
Life has no single formula
For endless pleasure and joy
We are creatures of change
And partial deliverance
Beauty too however blessed
Cannot always be Beauty
Nor light- light
Nor love- love
We as we are in this changing universe
Changing ourselves
And striving as we go on
To find that Beauty that Joy that Love
That will be with us Forever.