Shalom Freedman Poems

IN OLD AGE EACH FRIEND MEANS MORE


In old age each friend means more
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BUT THE POEM IS RUINED

This is a poem
In the sunlight
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WHEN MY DEATH COMES

When my death comes
Where will I be?
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Who can I complain to?
And what sense does it make?

The unfairness of it all
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A poem for the morning
Is a poem of light
A poem of beginning
No matter how many times
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IS IT TOO LATE FOR EVERYTHING?

Is it too late for everything?
Is it already all over in every way?
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Kohelet tells us


Kolhelet tells us
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I ALWAYS LOOKED UPON THEM/WITH PITY AND CONTEMPT

I always looked upon them
With Pity and Contempt
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IT'S TOO MUCH

It's too much
The Happiness
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OLD AGE IS THE LOSING OF INTEREST IN EVERYTHING

Old age is the losing of interest in everything
It is the dying of caring
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