I Walk And Sing In Joy The Songs Of Others

I WALK AND SING IN JOY THE SONGS OF OTHERS

I walk and sing in Joy the songs of others
I have no mind for a poem of my own –

How can Exuberance be so useless?

I long for a poem as justification-

I write in my mind words like these
And feel I love my own Poetry –

But now there is Doubt
And the song of my own
I write to sing
Sober and serious
Demands its correction
And is rewritten and rewritten again
In a Silence without Joy.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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