I Do Not Know What To Do With My Time Poem by Shalom Freedman

I do not know what to do with my time
I try to write
I look out the window at the too yellow leaves
I know it is hot outside
I wait until the time comes for Minchah

I write these lines
I think again and again
What makes a life meaningful?
How can I help my wife?

I wait to go and pray
I write these lines
I do with my time what I do with my time

My life is passing as if it is a dream
In the mind of someone else
I cannot ever really know or remember-