Shalom Freedman

In Old Age/ One Never Knows

In The Middle Of The Day/Calm

Sit And Relax And Wait

At The End Of Saying Everything

To Be Cheerful/In Old Age

Each Day Is Another Struggle Against Despair

The Old Know What It Is/To Not Matter Anymore

The World As We Know It Sometimes

After The Long Difficult Troublesome Day

Why Do I Wait/In The Light Of A World Unheard

And So, They Shall/All Those Who Live In A Poem

Without The Music

I Wonder Why I Am Sometimes So Important To Myself

At The End Of The Day/I Search My Mind For Lines

Few Are The Dead/Who Live On In The Minds Of Many Of The Living

Without Wanting To Be Seen

On The Outside Still

Perhaps I Already Should Be Silent

A Poem Of Peace In Old Age

For Those People /Still Alive/ Who Have No Real Life (Another Caregiving Poem)

This Poem Is Written/As The Music Plays In Me

The Strong And Gentle Morning Breeze

A Poem Of Peace Of Mind In Old Age

How Is It That It Is Only This One Kind Of Being

It Is As Good As It Will Ever Be

Something In Me Will Not Go Away

It Is As Good As It Ever Will Be

Blessed Are The True Creators

I Came Alive At Literature

Useless

I Can Only Do What I Am

We May Be Alone/In A Pocket Universe Our Own

We Are All On The Edge/Of Another Kind Of Sadness

We Do Not Know How To Live/With The Pain Of Those We Love

The Blessing Of Silence (On An Early Morning Walk)

And If Our Earth/Is Just A Chance

The Dread Of Eternal Idleness

The Cold The Dark The Rain The Fear

Therefore We Still Pray

A Prayer For A Friend

The Sadness Came Back Again

Two Lands Of Poetry

I Don’t Mind Wasting Time

I Have Made A Vast Hidden World

A Free Man May Think Of Nothing Less Than Death

To Know I Will Never Feel Again

And With So Much Of It/Negative Despairing

In Old Age/I Have Changed

Happiness And Unhappiness

The Oldness Of The Old Depresses

There Are So Many Beautiful Things In Life

We Do Ask G-D The New Whys

Beauty And Sadness

Toward The End Of The End Of The Road

This Then Again / ” To Thine Own Self Be True”

I Want To Hope Again/

Sadness At The End Of The Road

The Unanswerable Eternal Questions

Alone Is A Poem

My Happiness Each Day