On Hearing Of The Death Of Another Classmate Of The Troy High School Class Of 1960 Poem by Shalom Freedman
On Hearing Of The Death Of Another Classmate Of The Troy High School Class Of 1960
We are all going into an endless wilderness
We do not know the nature of
Many have already gone
Who I remember in the beauty and strength of their youth
But now we are all old
And so many of us already gone
And the rest to come
In the few years left ahead
How strange and sad it seems
That we in our awkwardness and confusion
knew so little of each other then
And what we would or not become of us
We mostly missed knowing each other then
And now we never will
the zeitgeist makes us pretty compatible though we've never met
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5/5/2024 3:27:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The days get shorter and friends go beyond the curtain and of our fate we can be certain when we were young and full of hope now we are old yet we still have hope. The truth is the losses get more till you turn around and fine yourself alone in the thinning ranks Enjoyed the wrtie