Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

On The Edge Of My Old Age


On the edge of my old age
A strange calm comes to me
I have done what I have done
Whatever it be.

On the edge of my old age
Anger is my soul
I have not climbed the mountain
And now I’m far too old.

On the edge of my old age
I still wait to see
What will become
Of all I dreamed.

On the edge of my old age
Joy in my life
I have written for years
And still love to write

On the edge of my old age
Still striving to be
I must strive with more courage
No matter what be

On the edge of my old age
The omnipresent fear
A pained burden forever
A mind unclear.

On the edge of my old age
Enjoying my little life
Praying for grandchildren
For my children and wife.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2008

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