Nothing Is Done/The Morning Goes Past Poem by Shalom Freedman
Nothing Is Done/The Morning Goes Past
NOTHING IS DONE / THE MORNING GOES PAST
Nothing is done
The morning goes past
The world is grey and dark
There is not enough light.
I write now
Weakly and desperately
Trying to stay alive.
Far away somewhere else
I can be what I was
But now I am old and small and diminishing
And nothing I write makes me less afraid.
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