Shalom Freedman Poems

I wonder why I am so happy now
Earlier in the day
I was lamenting my own uselessness
Now it does not seem to matter
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In this vast world of endlessly new more words
I write my little lines
As if they were worthy of attention-
But I know that like the breaths I take moment to moment
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The world is so huge
And I am so small
But our world is so small
In relation to our so vast universe
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The sad pain of rejection
Goes through all our life
In so many ways
In so many things
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How lonely I am
Among the books
I will never write
The books written
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Why should I say something?
When I have nothing to say
But the need to say something?
Because saying something
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In some way I believe it will not happen to me
I will not suddenly be unable to speak
I will not suddenly no longer know who I am
I will not suddenly be unable to move
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This poem is for the reader
I never replied to
The polite considerate friendly kind reader
I am in my own lonely standoffishness
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Others have suffered
What you so fear to suffer
And still live
Others have suffered
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Sometimes I think
The only real life
Is the life of the morning
Beginning again
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