Soon Enough, We’ll Go – A poem for parsha Vayelech (Aliyah 1)

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Today I am one hundred and twenty years old.
I can no longer go or come

It’s a shame for Moses as a lot of
what he did was come and go.

I’m nowhere near half his age
which is a lie I tell myself as

I’ll be there in the blink of
a child’s eye. And that’s just

to the halfway mark. I could dream
of being one hundred and twenty

but every ancestor I’ve ever had
scarcely saw a 9 in front of their

final tally. This may also be a lie
as the information I have about

who they were, and where they
came and went is hidden in

the mouths of people who
already went.

My father is getting there.
But even he who could lift

the world with only one of his arms
isn’t so interested in crossing rivers.

It’s a shame for Moses who came
and went for a hundred and

twenty years, and now has only
one place left to go.

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