Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

Sadness At The Heart Of It All


Sadness is at the heart of the end of it all-
So many are gone
So many friends
Who can bear the weight of the longing for them?

Surviving is our dream
But in old age
That is no picnic either-

So many are gone
And will not come again-

On this day lonely to speak to one no longer here
I write these words in my friends’ memory-

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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SADNESS IS AT THE HEART OF THE END OF IT ALL

(For Allyn Rothman, Moshe Bobrowsky, Alex Auswaks, David Herzberg, Chaim Pearl, Eliyahu Barness)

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