Author Samuel Menashe For what I did And did not do And do without In my old age Rue, not rage Against that night We go into, Sets me straight On what to do Before I die— Sit in the shade, Look at the sky Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments