Most Of The Time I Do Not Think About How Old I Am Poem by Shalom Freedman

Most of time I do not think about how old I am
And how most of my life is done
And how old age is followed by even older and more infirm old age
Most of the time I am just myself
Ageless and eternal as I always was and always will be
Though inwardly of course I know
That like that mosquito hatefully crushed
Or that poor cat regrettably gone
I will soon enough be
A nothing not here-

It is all so strange
I pray to God for a world-to-come
And do not know what will be
And love so many people I have known
And a few perhaps more than myself
And soon I will not be
However I think of it
Or not think of it now.