Armless Fight

Life is constrained in such a short period of time. We spend most of the time arguing, fighting, hating- only to realize at the the end how we have wasted it. Too late to make amends.

Life began
Filled with mirth under the sun
Knifing through the fearless night.

Life passes by
Like a shooting star in the sky
Heart beholden by such a sight.

Life will end
And there’s no way to mend
The broken arms raised to fight.


Dec 12, 2005

Author's Note

I have not found time to write new poems. This one is a composition made some 8 years ago and posted in my personal blog, "Scribbles."