The Beauty Of The World /Chides Me Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Beauty Of The World /Chides Me
The Beauty of the world
Chides me
And reminds me
Aging and death
Are not everything
There is still light
There is still morning
One need not give up entirely
There is Beauty still
There is youth and hope
For the new generations
There is still the Beauty
The eyes see and the ears hear
There is morning still
Life is not over yet
There is still Love and Hope
In the world.
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