The Days Are Long When One Has Nothing To Do In Them (Another Old Age Lament) Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Days Are Long When One Has Nothing To Do In Them (Another Old Age Lament)
The days are long when one has nothing to do in them
Time once rushed through
Is still slow stagnation-
There will be an end to this day
As there has been to every other day
But when? When?
Doing nothing and having nothing to do
Are meaninglessness-
Once upon a time there was real life
Now there are these long long days
Whose only hope is their own end.
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