Another Night Of My Life Is Passing - Poem by Shalom Freedman
ANOTHER NIGHT OF MY LIFE IS PASSING
Another night of my life is passing
How many more will be left?
And is it all for nothing –
A long unending night
Of darkness and nonexistence?
All I am
Is a little man
writing a poem.
G-d of the Light
And the night
and those I love.
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