Four Small 'End' Poems Poem by Shalom Freedman

FOUR SMALL ‘END’ POEMS


OH SADNESS

Oh Sadness
At the End of Time
The Life will end,
The Poem won’t Rhyme.


WORDS STILL COME TO ME

Words still come to me
So many years of words,
One day they will not-
Words still come to me.

HOW WILL MY DYING GO?

How will my Dying go?
Will it be slow?
How much Pain will I know?
How will my Dying go?

GOD HAS BEEN SO GOOD TO ME

God has been so good to me;
God will always Be.