The year has passed, what can one do When leaves fall from the tree. I close my book, take one last look But summer turns to flee. And so once more, I shut the door And take a stroll with you. The ram's horn blows, the men pray And children return to school. And quick and fast, I see at last Elul partings are so cruel. The year is done, yet everyone Would have it wait a day. I gaze back with some regret There's much I could have done. White empty pages, missed wages Sword not yet drawn from stone. Must brush the dog, clear the bog Be cheerful and cease to fret. G-d seals our fate up in heaven Autumn politely leaves her card. We fall and slip, skid and trip Yet advance though it is hard. We needn't cry at the year's passing by Because here comes 5767! home page previous next Shifra's poems |
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| Elul By Shifra Shomron Elul 5766 (August 2006) |
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