IN THE MANNER OF BORGES I WRITE POEMS IN MY OLD AGE <br /> <br />In the manner of Borges I write poems in my old age <br />And dream that they are not only imitations <br />Of poems written by others <br />When we all were young. <br /> <br />Instead I go on now in the darkness of the night <br />Because the fear of what will be <br />Is always so deep in me <br />It does not need Poetry or Happiness or any other Meaning <br />Outside itself. <br /> <br />We are small sands drifting on the edge of stars <br />Lesser beings of a time we will never know <br />All that we have done comes back to us over and over again <br />As if we never were <br /> <br />I don’t believe I will ever write Borges lines <br />He wrote them in his own imagined words <br />And I must in my own little life <br />Suffer to the end of time <br />All I have not been <br />And never will be. <br /> <br />God Who is Good <br />God of Love <br />You gave me so much <br />You did not have to give me Poetry also.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-manner-of-borges-i-write-poems-in-my-old-age/
