I Thought Of So Many Things Poem by Shalom Freedman

I thought of so many things
So many pains so many problems-
What is this life?
We live and we die
And in between
We try and fail so much-
And sometimes sometimes
There is light and an answer and beauty even
Sometimes-

But mostly so many pains and so many problems
And so much on our minds at once
We have no easy answer to-

Life can be great and good, its true
But mostly in this old age time especially
It is so difficult.