Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

I WROTE TOO MANY POEMS

I wrote too many poems
I forgot too many
I did not distinguish which important
And which not-
I could not say which were only play,
And which the heart of what I needed to say-
I wrote too many poems
And now unable to read them all
I continue writing new ones,
As if the old ones did not exist-
As if whatever I write
Is for the moment of its writing only
And all the rest
Only a dream lost long ago-