The Wine Is Bitter

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.

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