An Old Man's Morning Poem Poem by Shalom Freedman

An Old Man's Morning Poem



AN OLD MAN’S MORNING POEM

The world woke up early this morning
It had the light of dreams-
I so much love to be alive now
I am so deeply happy-
How long it will last
I do not know-
But now the light is everywhere
And the morning and I are young again.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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