Shalom Freedman

Gold Star - 18,971 Points (Troy New York)

The Older I Grow/The More Dead There Are - Poem by Shalom Freedman

The older I grow
The more dead there are-
Already there are far too many
Too many to miss and long to see again-
Life is cruel-
We live on and the dead are piled higher and higher-

One day we too will be thrown on the pile
Of others
Who knew and perhaps even loved us-
Life is cruel
Death happens to us all –

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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