Time Rages At The Quiet Of My Soul Poem by Shalom Freedman

Time Rages At The Quiet Of My Soul



TIME RAGES AT THE QUIET OF MY SOUL

Time rages at the quiet of my soul-
My children are so busy now
With the errands of life
I cannot help much-

All my worry for them is irrelevant
They are deep in the duties of life

And I am old with retirement
Wishing I could help more-

And praying for their well- being with all my inquiet and irrelevant soul-

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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