How Sad Life Is When One Grows Old Poem by Shalom Freedman

How sad life is when one grows old
It's the friends and family
sick and gone
it's one own dying
one hears within oneself
it's all the losses of powers
and the strange world
that has replaced one's own
one can pretend
and one can be wise
and enjoy what there is to enjoy
one can be thankful for the blessings
of one's life
there are means of resistance
still
how sad life is when one grows old
how sad now and how sadder in the time to come.