Shalom Freedman

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I Am The Poet Of Old Age - Poem by Shalom Freedman


I am the poet of old age
I try to tell the truth of it

The aches the pains the disabilities
The losses the fear
The friends gone
The difficulties with every little thing
The sense of the Past as far greater than the future
The decline
And the longings
And the apathy
And the sadness
And the total despair at times
And the cruelty of what happens to the body inevitably
And the struggles to keep oneself where one is now
And prevent a further decline
And the powerlessness in so many ways
And the fear of death and the wish to die
And the anger at oneself for being trouble and bother to others
And the worries about being older still
And being more bent and shriveled
And the shame of looking as one does
And the resentment at needing help to do the simple things
And the regret at being a burden to loved ones

I am the poet
Of the last stage of life
The worst
Before the darkness comes
Perhaps forever.

Topic(s) of this poem: aging

Comments about I Am The Poet Of Old Age by Shalom Freedman

  • Somanathan Iyer (8/25/2014 11:39:00 PM)

    inevitable are these and everyone has to undergo those. keeping calm is the only norm. nice to read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014

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