In My Old Age/I Often Do Not Know What To Do With Myself Poem by Shalom Freedman

In my old age
I often do not know
What to do with myself

Haven't I done all the real work I can do
Written what I was capable of?

No one needs or wants much of anything from me
I have done my job
And I can go to my long home-

And where are my friends?
Many of them are dead
And half the others too sick or lost
To really be friends as they were before

I do not feel I am worth much at all
The world seems to say
‘Goodbye old fool you have had your hour

And soon it will be no more'.