When I Walk In The Joy Of The Early Morning Breeze Poem by Shalom Freedman

When I Walk In The Joy Of The Early Morning Breeze



WHEN I WALK IN THE JOY OF THE EARLY MORNING BREEZE

When I walk in the joy of the early morning breeze
And think of all the goodness
That has been given in my life
I can only thank G-d
That I still walk in Yerushalayim free and happy
After so many years
In old age
Still alive.

Saturday, January 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: gratitude
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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