Perhaps I Am Already Too Old Poem by Shalom Freedman

I may be too old to ever say anything again
Too old to think and feel with passion
As I once did
Perhaps I am already too old
And dry and empty inside
Shriveled down and shaking slightly
Perhaps I am too old
And all my lines are one flat line
And all my feeling one flat line
And I am already inside
Down close to the ground
Under and small
Perhaps I am too old
To be alive
And write a poem
Perhaps these lines too
Are the last sigh of the dead
At the funeral of the living