The World Truly Is Too Much With Me Poem by Shalom Freedman

The World Truly Is Too Much With Me



Where am I in this world now?
A fast day
Worry about my children
The hatred of the long war
We are continually forced to be in
The understanding this will continue for generations
Trying just to live
Just to be in peace
The ordinary things of life only
Calm and more calm as a dream
Have I done right recently in my calls and not calls?
The world truly is too much with me
The sight of this dear relative's painful decline yesterday
Troubles deeply still today
Life is so much
And I do not know how I older will manage it all
How much after all can be made alright
By the eager smiling of a small grandchild
The sudden happiness of feeling really wanted again?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Shalom Freedman

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