Every Day Brings Its Own New Sadness Poem by Shalom Freedman

Every Day Brings Its Own New Sadness



EVERY DAY BRINGS ITS OWN NEW SADNESS

Every day brings its own new sadness-
After a certain age
Aches and pains and sorrows
Are daily bread-
So many friends sick -
So much older all the world-
Time is running out
For me also -
And I dither and smither and flither and plither
My time away.

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