Gershon Wolf Poet Monorhyme

If I Were a Younger Man

 
	      O, if I were a younger man
                  why, I’d gallop with the breeze
               plant acres of flowers and trees                    

               I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
                   even ‘incurable’ allergies 

               I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
                   support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze

               Every moment of life I’d seize
                   milk it for everything I could squeeze ~

                And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
                   and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease

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sara Etgen-Baker July 31, 2026 at 2:49 PM you're right...the 'socialist disease'--never thought I'd see it infect our culture like it has.

Karen Croft July 30, 2026 at 6:52 AM Wow and I thought I had a list! Gershon Wolf July 30, 2026 at 8:17 PM The Rabbi of my family in the 'Old World' was once asked what his job consisted of. Without a moment's hesitation, he replied: "Support the widow, the orphan, the poor, and the stranger. Visit the sick. Comfort the bereaved." Nothing about sermons, conferences, or conclaves. His name was Chayim Soloveitchik. He was a rabbi's rabbi, a ininister's miinister. ~ gw

Bj Legros Kelley July 30, 2026 at 12:56 AM My goodness, what an invincible young un' you'd be! There is a lot on that bucket list!