The Long Day Is Too Long Poem by Shalom Freedman

The long day is too long
The time given me
Is too much
I can do what I want
But I do not really know what I want
Time is going by
There is no reason to make the present meaningless
The future will make all meaningless enough
I should try
And I am trying now
Writing a few lines restores the soul for a time
That I suppose is the story of my life
And here I am now
Filling the empty space of the long day
With my own written words as life's meaning.