The Happiness Of My Life Is Strange To Me Poem by Shalom Freedman

THE HAPPINESS OF MY LIFE IS STRANGE TO ME

The happiness of my life is strange to me
I am old after all
And the clock ticks threat upon threat
But in my more insane moments
I fear nothing
And am sure it will all be alright somehow-
I am a fool of course
But there are times I so love life
I do not know how to contain my own singing
Joy is here old father and grandfather old husband
Old Yid American in Israel forty some odd years
Joy is here morning noon even night
Let the dancing go on and on
Music is my mind and memory
And morning Light is my laughter and joy,