When The Poems Go


When the poems go
I will go

There will be no more
I will have done
All I could have done

Perhaps that was nothing
Perhaps I am already done now
Perhaps I was done before I begun

Fifty years of nothing
Holding on as if it were something
When really all the time
It was nothing

Nothing to nothing to nothing
The triple-play-of a single life

Writing another small –piece of nothing
As if it were something ‘now’.

by Shalom Freedman

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