End of the Road Songs - by Leah Goldberg<!--

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<br />The road is very pretty - said the boy
<br />The road is very hard - said the youth
<br />The road is very long - said the man
<br />The old man  sat by the road to rest
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<br />The sunset dyes his white hair with gold and red
<br />The grass shimmers at his feet with evening dew
<br />The last bird of the day sings above,
<br />Can you remember
<br />how hard, how long was the road?
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<br />You said day follows day and night - night.
<br />The days progress - you said in your heart,
<br />And you saw evenings and mornings in your windows,
<br />And you said, there is nothing new under the sun
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<br />And here you are, aged, old and gray
<br />and your days are numbered,  increasingly precious
<br />And you  know, each day is the last under the sun
<br />And you  know, nothing new each day under the sun
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<br />Teach me, my god, bless and pray
<br />The secret of wilting leaves, The brilliance  of ripe fruit
<br />This freedom: to see, to feel, to breathe
<br />To know, to hope, to fail
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<br />Teach my lips a blessing and a song of praise
<br />When your time renews with morning and night
<br />So that my day won't be as yesterday and the day before it
<br />So that my day would not become of habit.
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<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;- Leah Goldberg  (my translation from Hebrew 4/01)




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