Shalom Freedman

Bronze Star - 2,762 Points (Troy New York)

We Grow Old/ Our Friends Grow Old - Poem by Shalom Freedman

WE GROW OLD/ OUR FRIENDS GROW OLD

We grow old
Our friends grow old-
Aches and pains
And powers lost-
Going down
All going down
Suddenly or more slowly-

A world
A generation
gone-
Soon none of us will be here
And the world will go on without us.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012



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