What Do I Do In My Old Age? Poem by Shalom Freedman

What Do I Do In My Old Age?



What do I do in my old age?
I stumble along in the early morning
Reciting lines to myself
I memorized in childhood
I wait for the morning breeze
To take me to a happier world
I search for the metaphor
That can define Poetry for me
I look into the light
And am joyful again
Still alive
After all the years
And writing something.

Sunday, August 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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