In Old Age/One Often Doesn't Know Poem by Shalom Freedman

In old age
One often doesn't know
What to do with oneself
There is so much time
And so much being alone
And so much waiting
For things one doesn't really care about
Life is difficult
When one feels useless
Boring and bored
Irrelevant and lost
Old age is not a saga of great actions undertaken
And challenges overcome
It is often the time
In which one has nothing to do
But feel one's uselessness
Guiltily.