I Walk Among The Old The Obese Poem by Shalom Freedman

I WALK AMONG THE OLD THE OBESE

I walk among the old the obese
The weak the disabled
The retarded the very old
The wheelchaired the lame
The black- clothed and the closed-minded
These are my people
I am an old man also
A little old shriveled bent old man
Among my people
Here in the central bus station of Jerusalem
A pleasant if crowded place
Before davvaning Minchah
And the bus trip to Tel Aviv
To see my son and his family
In my old age
Before the world turns cold
And I no longer know
I have come home.