The Wine is Bitter
by Moishe Kaufman
I neither laugh nor cry,
I neither hate nor love
life is hard for me
sickening and bleak.
I see no sun in daylight
nor any dream at night
They’ve caged me in iron bars
like a beast caught in the wild
So what is the use of living
does it matter this life of mine
I don’t want the golden goblet
when bitter is the wine.