There Is A Poem Of The Evening

THERE IS A POEM OF THE EVENING

There is a poem of the evening
never written before.

The tiredness of time
And the tiredness of mind
take flight.
when in the cool corner
of the silent light
Lines are put down
Slowly
One by one,
As if in forgiveness
For all the sins of omission
Of a life
that never came to be
what it dreamed

In the evening here
After the long day
And who knows how much time he has left
as these lines are written.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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