Shalom Freedman Poems

How much I have lived
That I do not remember
Even myself I see
As me and not me
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I could not write
Almost a whole day had gone by
Then suddenly the words came
And I write now
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The poems ended
Long before I stopped writing them
Perhaps in all the years
There were a few that are real
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The endless loneliness of the old man
Will end only with his own death
He still walks smiles even laughs
Talks with those he cares for and loves
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THERE IS SO MUCH MUSIC /AND SO MUCH BEAUTY IN THE PAIN AND SADNESS

There is so much music
And so much beauty in the pain and sadness
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Time shows no mercy to the old
Everyday past brings us closer
To the inevitable
And to more illness surprises on the way
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Poem poem and poem again
Poem in the morning
Poem at night
Poem in the darkness
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The struggle is never-ending
Each day I have to find my way again
And I never know if I have really found my way
Older is more difficult
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There will always be another poem
And with that poem- hope
However absurd-
So even if I despair
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May the music of my words
Play in me today
In such a way
That true poetry appears
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