These Little Poems Are All I Can Write Now Poem by Shalom Freedman

These Little Poems Are All I Can Write Now



THESE LITTLE POEMS ARE ALL I CAN WRITE NOW

These little poems are all I can write now
The rest is gone.
But these poems too question themselves
Doubt their own value and reality.

After such a long road
I am still uncertain.

Nothing I have done
Resonates with recognition of its worth.

Old and alone still
I write on.

Sisyphus had a rock
Which grew so heavy with the years
He could barely begin
To roll it up the hill again.

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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