The Struggle Is Never-Ending Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Struggle Is Never-Ending
The struggle is never-ending
Each day I have to find my way again
And I never know if I have really found my way
Older is more difficult
And dying is fear near
I wish I could go on more easily
But how much I enjoy life
And no matter how deep times of happiness
It always comes back to the struggle
Nice poem. The nearer the day to leave, the stronger the urge to live. Mother Earth is beautiful!
Struggle comes back again and again and this never ends. Each day we find it in way. Even during time of happiness and sorrow also we see its face. This amazes but this happens. Brilliant perceptional poem this is...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 5:20:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You are absolutely alright when you say that life is a recurring struggle in old age. A festive occasion or a moment of celebration is transitory and soon the reality comes to haunt. Thanks. Older is more difficult And dying is fear near