The World Is Sad/ And I Am Sad With It - Poem by Shalom Freedman
THE WORLD IS SAD/ AND I AM SAD WITH IT
The world is sad
And I am sad with it
Little words, what can they mean?
I wrote this poem yesterday, many times
And today I am writing it again
Old old old
As a phonograph record its needle stuck
Repeating over and over
Its own discordant screeching.
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