THE POEM OF A HAPPY OLD MAN br br The poem of a happy old man br I sit warming myself in the sun br On a Jerusalem winter day br It has been cold for a while now br And it is good to be warm br I have nowhere special to go br I will soon go home to my work desk br I take occasional sips from a coffee br I am happy today in my old age br There are no great problems at the moment br Thank G-d I have lived seventy years br And I am still fairly alright br The sun is warm br The city is beautiful br I don't have to go anywhere br I am happy now br Just sitting here br And watching the world go bybr br Shalom Freedmanbr br