July 30, 1982 • Page Image 13
…THE DETROIT JEWISH NEWS In the Still of the Night By DR. MAURICE CROLL Upon this morn, I awoke, To write a poem From out of my heart. A poem I so quickly built Withing the early morn of all my dreams. ( And here I sit, alone, forlorn, No words will come to me. No matter how I try to set my mind In its allotted way. Where are my words That came to me so willingly, so brilliantly, From yester night? The early morns Were good for me. I wax...…

















































