So Much Happens
SO MUCH HAPPENS
So much happens
And so much is forgotten-
Our little lives go by
As if they did not exist.
We hold on to remnants merely-
Our presents' too being only small fractions
Of what we live and are-
It will all go away-
But how sad it is that even when we are here
We cannot really know and grasp it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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