The Dead End Poem by Shalom Freedman

The Dead End



THE DEAD END

The dead end
The road no longer open
Years to live
With nothing to do in them.

So many years wasted writing my works
No one will ever want them
More and more the sense
No one should.

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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