נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

Harvesting the Crop of Life

I look at you from
The crematorium of Auschwitz and from the Maidanek Concentration Camp.
From the hearts of just married.
From the most successful and the most disappointed.
It's life and it's my choice to live through.
I know all who are born have to die.
I take comfort in exploring,
But every deed surrounded my hope.
All around me is flourishing in its happiness.
The abundance is meaningless to me.
I should die now or never.
I'm missing my life, mostly at nights.

31/8/2018