We Will All Die In The Middle

Poem By Shalom Freedman


We will all die in the middle
Never knowing how it will continue-
And all of us will forever be
One small interval
In an expanding mystery
We do not know how to finally define.

Comments about We Will All Die In The Middle

Is not it this quest for definition that we proceed in life, , , but you are right, ,
This poem makes the reader stop and think! Good writing Shalom

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