Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 20,559 Points (Troy New York)

The Long Afternoon Became Longer - Poem by Shalom Freedman


The long afternoon became longer-
Time had no end and boredom also-
We all know it will eventually pass
But in the middle we are marooned waiting
Without any idea whatsoever of what to do-

I write these lines because I know
Boredom too has its beauty-
And waiting for nothing also its dream-
And out of nowhere there may come
Long into the long afternoon
Far after all the work is done and nothing remains
While waiting is still going on
A small poem to break the monotony
And give meaning back to life.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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