Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

No Poem Will Stop The Ticking Of Time


No poem will stop the ticking of time
And no poem bring back
What we were when we were young-

Life has all these faces we were
At different times
And we cannot ever see ourselves again
In the Beauty of what we once were-

Death is real and final
But Death is also in Life
As Change-

We are not what we were
And we will never be-
Youth Beauty Love Happiness spontaneous Joy
Oh that Laughter is gone forever-

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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NO POEM WILL STOP THE TICKING OF TIME

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/21/2013 1:10:00 AM)

    we are not what we were and we will never be, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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