And What Am I In My Old Age? Poem by Shalom Freedman
And What Am I In My Old Age?
AND WHAT AM I IN MY OLD AGE?
And what am I in my old age?
A man in despair
A man not there-
A man nowhere
An old old old complaining old sad man
With nothing in his hands-
A poor old man
And glad-
A glad old man and sad
Singing his own song still-
And laughing at his own vanity and stupidity.
Friday, October 31, 2008
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4/19/2024 1:26:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
in human minds there is no such thing we called old age...we think that we are always young..nice concept..good write..A10 Ency Bearis