shimon weinroth


Growing Old - Poem by shimon weinroth

when relief is as stirring as some passions
pain and love seem to merge
though I know better
such feelings must be purged

I often kneel and obey
the spark of momentary delight
to know that I can still
glow in the dark


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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