As The World Goes On Without Any Special Need Of My Services Poem by Shalom Freedman

AS THE WORLD GOES ON WITHOUT ANY SPECIAL NEED OF MY SERVICES

As the world goes on without any special need for my services
I sit and write my little poems
Even the lives of those most cared about by me
Go on now largely without my help -

Being old is often being irrelevant
And so I so often am now -

I write these words too
As if I understand
That those who share my feeling and situation
Will not necessarily be moved or helped by them.