I Go Out Into The Sadness Of My Own Sadness Poem by Shalom Freedman

I GO OUT INTO THE SADNESS OF MY OWN SADNESS

I go out into the sadness of my own sadness
Why I go and where I go
Small errands of everyday life pretend
I am a master of the inner lie
Where I go and what I do
I deny and reply
Words are many meanings
And death is no easy way out
I go out into the morning now
Sadness deeper than this day or many years
I go on with my life
A little old schnook
With a computer and typing figures
And a Memory deep as pain.