Old Age Is Relentless In Its Destructions Poem by Shalom Freedman

Grief and more grief
Loss and more loss
Old age is relentless in its destructions
I would like to escape sometimes far away
From so many friends I have known
But my memory keeps them with me always
Those that are lost and those that are on their way
And it is all too much
And I am old and sad and afraid and full of grief
And my courage in going on is not even courage
It is just what the human creature does
As long as it can and as best as it can
For now.