Shalom Freedman Poems

There is no sadness like the sadness of death
Another old friend younger than me is gone
What is there to say?
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Nothing seems to matter anymore
Without my friends
What is there in life?
I have no one to talk to now
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I am happy again
I know I can go on
With my normal life of writing
I have solved nothing of course
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How lonely I have become again
I need a love
I will never have again
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Every morning has its own sadness
And its own light
And its own work
And its own life
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THE LIST OF FRIENDS GROWS SHORTER

The list of friends grows shorter
The need for them grows deeper
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My father's rage
Was the most powerful feeling I have known
It entered my soul
But my poems could not equal it
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Happiness in old age
Is courage in a way
But also folly and denial of reality
It is too distance and lack of sympathy
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I sit at the edge of where I am
And watch the world go by
Faces and lives in many moods and directions
The whole human spectacle
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Why is there anything at all?
Why there is a world?
Why consciousness?
I know I am not able
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