Will Be Here/ When I No Longer Am Poem by Shalom Freedman

As I walk I suddenly think that the trees and houses of Mishmar Ha- Am street
Will be here
When I no longer am-

But then I wonder
When it will come for them?
Twenty years? Fifty? a million? ten million? A trillion? More?
Eventually inevitably it will come-

All things come to an end even non- living ones -

All will end
All will die-

One day the light will not shine on our earth
And one day too the sun itself will be a different darkness
And beyond that all we can know and dream-

Death is the master and will end all-
How I can contend then with the sorrow of this?
I do not know-

God Alone may know how to contend with it-
But then God must know what no one and nothing else does
How to never let the Ending come.