How Tired We Become In Time Poem by Shalom Freedman

There is a time when all the waiting yields no poem
And hopelessness is the soul's only message
How tired we become in time
How difficult the days
When we have so many years behind us
Long is life in blessedness
But too long in life is not paradise
Who we are
As strangers to ourselves
God only knows
But the wind and the rain and the inner pain
Carry with us the long days and nights of too many painful memories