Each Day Has Its Own Uncertainties Poem by Shalom Freedman

Each day has its own uncertainties
And its decisions
But once
I was perhaps more ready to face them
And once the decisions
Perhaps more significant
But now in my old age
Deciding whether I should have a coffee or a tea
Or whether I should walk for exercise
Or do exercise at home
Seem the kind of small decisions
That make me smaller and smaller
And as time goes by perhaps
I will be so small in mind also
That even such decisions
Will overwhelm me
With fear and blame.