In The Unending Time Of Retired Old Age Poem by Shalom Freedman
In The Unending Time Of Retired Old Age
In the unending time
Of retired old age
One makes an effort
To have things to do-
Tasks once considered
An irritating waste of time
Are now looked forward to and enjoyed-
There is nothing really new to be done
And one carries one's own uselessness everywhere -
But one tries and must try to be busy
Even if the truth of one's own uselessness
Never really stops to pain-
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4/29/2024 4:14:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We must see ourselves in old age positively. Negativity is a load one should not bare.