The Poems Came To Me At Times Easily Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Poems Came To Me At Times Easily
I sang and laughed with them
They were the joy of my inner life
I had no more happier times
Than when I was writing them-
Writing this one now
I think too of all the grief and sadness
That have gone into them
And will never be wholly written.
The writing of poems is a joy of life
Small or great as it is
It makes those of us
Who believe they are writing them
Breathe better.
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8/30/2026 2:37:10 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I wholeheartedly agree, writing poetry does make me breathe better every time, happy or sad. Great reflection!