SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

He Is Abandoned By The World

HE IS ABANDONED BY THE WORLD

He is abandoned by the world
Faces in the street pass by without speaking to him
The trees and the sky do not nod hello
He is cold and the wind does not care for him.

He is abandoned by the world
And all he has done
And all he has made
Mean nothing.

He is abandoned by the world.
And so he knows:

Every human being
who lives on this earth
will die
and not come back again.

by Shalom Freedman

Comments (2)

ok so again very amazingly written poem! ! that said i don't think it matters if the world stoped talking to me, as long as i have the love of my family and God. that's just what i think thought
Desolate and true - what an important thought you have portrayed so beautifully, Shalom. Cheers Anita