Why do my thoughts all turn to despairing possibilities only? <br />Why do I feel so lost? So empty? So devoid of dream? <br />Why do I feel it has all ended for me? <br />And my life is about to turn to greater and greater difficulty <br />And smaller and smaller satisfaction? <br />Why does Lovelessness hurt more now? <br />Why do I fear my children’s greater distance, <br />And my inability to truly help them any longer? <br />Why do I feel so hopeless and so useless so old and so weary? <br />What is wrong with me this morning? <br />And will this now be my mood forever <br />Or will it be broken as it usually is <br />When I open the door and go into the morning light <br />And walk up the hill to Shul as fast as I can <br />With prayer to God in my mind?<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-do-my-thoughts-all-turn-to-despairing-possiblities-only/
