Where Is The Poem Of The Evening? Poem by Shalom Freedman

Where is the poem of the evening?
Has it been lost to my happiness?
A happiness that does not really know why it is
But just is
Here now -
As if I in my old age have learned to love
Whatever time I have
And so defy the thought of all the unending time
In which I will not be on earth-

Who knows how much is left?
Some years? Some days? the next moment?
Whatever it is
I am at ease with my life now
Though I did not become all I dreamed-
And do not know the future –

There may not be much time left
But whatever time is left
I must do the best I can
To live in it as fully as happily as possible-

In my old age
I am surprised
At how happy I am
I do not know for how long it will continue
But it is here now and it is good-