Why Wait? - Poem by Shalom Freedman
The night is quiet
Life is nearly gone
Love is somewhere else
What is Hope that we should be mindful of it?
What else is there but life?
Why be what I am now
Sad tired humiliated angry old?
Why believe the night
Is a new night
And tomorrow another day
And my eyes can still see Beauty
And my ears hear Music
And there are all those I love
And who perhaps love me?
God is Good
God is Great
I am old
Forgive me for my sad embittered soul-
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