Shalom Freedman Poems

ONCE THE OLD WERE THOSE WHO HAD LITTLE TIME LEFT

Once the Old were those who had little Time left,
Now we have too much Time
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THE WAR THAT IS NEVER OVER

This is a poem of the sadness and the pain
Of the war that is never over
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The Music Is The Longing And The Beauty Together

The music is the longing and the beauty together
It is the soul seeking beyond itself and loving where it is
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My mother gave me
The lesson of inner happiness
The joy of merely being alive
The pleasure of small everyday things-
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ON THE DEATH OF ELLA FITZGERALD

How can a person who creates such Beauty die?
How can a person who brings so much joy to others
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THE STRUGGLE TO WRITE A FEW LINES

The struggle to write a few lines
Is the struggle to stay alive
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NOTHING SOBERS LIKE DEATH FOR ITZHAK ZAKEN OF BLESSED MEMORY)

Nothing sobers us like death
Death wakes us from our dumb dream of happiness
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THERE ARE TIMES/ I WANT TO THANK G-D

There are times
I want to thank G-d
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I WRITE A FEW LINES

I write a few lines
Before I leave the house
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THE BEST IS TO FORGET

The best is to forget
To not know that you are old
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