Shalom Freedman

Bronze Star - 2,722 Points (Troy New York)

Poem To A Dying Man - Poem by Shalom Freedman

I see you in the synagogue almost each night now-
I have seen so many in the condition you are in now-
The frailty, the thinness, the cough,
The intense concentration required to do the smallest thing,
The great difficulty in small motion-

Like most of them you are a good man
Worked hard all your life
Raised a family
Knew dislocation and suffering
Struggled for survival
Made a new life after the old world collapsed-
A good man-

I see you now
My heart goes out to you-

It’s the human condition after all
Living and dying-
And who am I to do anything about it?

I exchange a few words with you
To not leave you alone with the night
We go our separate ways -

My heart goes out to you
But what am I to do?

This is the human condition
And will happen in one way or other
To all of us-

I hate it-
I hate to see your suffering
But this is what we are
And I can do nothing about it.

A few words in the night
And then gone.

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Comments about Poem To A Dying Man by Shalom Freedman

  • Freshman - 714 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (10/3/2011 9:30:00 PM)

    Sometimes theirs is nothing you can do but be their till the day of passing.
    Sometimes the pain seems everlasting.
    But if you endure, it come to an end.
    And you'll be a better man because of it.

    Great Poem Man. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011


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