I sing to myself
The world is my dream
And I am happy with my own nonsense-
I am old now
I need not climb mountains
But I never was able to anyway-
The world is a big place
Bigger than me and my mind
I don’t mind if it doesn’t understand me-
Let me go singing to my grave
This I pray to God
Let me at least have that
That I not be a terrible burden to those I love
That I not die in incoherence-
But that I go singing quietly
With Gratitude to God and so many good people
For all the Blessings and Love
I have had in my life.
Shalom Freedman
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