Night Is A Kind Of Death

NIGHT IS A KIND OF DEATH

Night is a kind of death
With too many interruptions
And morning and its light
Are the meaning of life and happiness-
Old age has its seems its special definitions
And redefines reality in its own way
If night were only one unbroken sleep
Perhaps one would mind it less
But it will never be unbroken again
Unless forever
And with no morning to come after it.

by Shalom Freedman

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