Five Minutes Of Infinite Loneliness Poem by Shalom Freedman

FIVE MINUTES OF INFINITE LONELINESS

Five minutes of infinite loneliness and sadness
As I wait to pick up a grandchild
How old and meaningless I have become
How sad petty lost insignificant, idle,
Failing, fearful forlorn-

How warm and pleasant the sun
The child will soon change my mood
And move me from self- obsession
To a happiness of small recognition
And then troubled concern for my son
And his family.