Why Do I Walk With Such Sadness?

Why do I walk with such sadness?
Why am I so tired and old?
Why does the non- beauty of many in the downtown crowd disturb me?
Am I so beautiful?

Why the sadness?
Why the tiredness?
Why so easily disturbed?

Old old old
Is not a picnic.

poem by Shalom FreedmanReport problemRelated quotes
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