I Am The Poet Of Morning Happiness Poem by Shalom Freedman

I Am The Poet Of Morning Happiness



I AM THE POET OF MORNING HAPPINESS

I am the poet of morning happiness
Of joy at the first light
Of the blessedness of just looking and seeing
The simple beauty of trees leaves sky
I am the poet of ordinary life
And of ordinary days and dreams-

How is it then that time and again
Dark evil and fear come in broad daylight
And make our lives a horror?
How is it then that terrorists live among us
And would rather kill and die
Than live their lives in peace with us?

I am the poet of morning happiness
But not every morning is happiness
And not every life ends with a poem.

Monday, April 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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