Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

Not every poem
Not every dream
Returns to be what it was once-
Not every song
Is song throughout the night in endless joy-
Not every holy word
Is trusted to the end-

What we are all is failing every other ‘now;
And what we will be
Is not what Kindness forever is,
But rather Sorrow and Sadness and Suffering
In broken rhyme.