THERE IS A POEM OF THE EVENING <br /> <br />There is a poem of the evening <br /> never written before. <br /> <br />The tiredness of time <br />And the tiredness of mind <br />take flight. <br />when in the cool corner <br />of the silent light <br />Lines are put down <br />Slowly <br />One by one, <br />As if in forgiveness <br />For all the sins of omission <br />Of a life <br />that never came to be <br />what it dreamed <br /> <br />In the evening here <br />After the long day <br />And who knows how much time he has left <br />as these lines are written.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-poem-of-the-evening/
