Poem: What’s Left of Us?

We go through life
Chasing after fame and success
Mistaking material accomplishments
For our highest dreams,
Making ends meet
Only to be pulled
And torn apart
From those we love.

There is never
Enough time –
From the break of day
To the dark of night,
We lose  our sense
Of priorities,
Endearing work above life and love
Displacing home and families
Forgetting dates
And birthdays.

Tabling contracts, deadlines,
Meetings and endless
Business trips
With our every breath.

Precious Moments irrecoverable,
Deep Regrets irreversible.

At day’s end
All our loved ones
Simply receive
What’s Left of us,
And not
The Best of Us.


Being Afraid Is Human, But Staying Afraid Is A Choice.

  • Gaurav
    September 30, 2013

    Nice!! like the free verse writing style, brevity sans bullshit!!

  • stevehi
    February 18, 2014

    Well done, I like your real style.

    • shirleymaya
      February 19, 2014

      Thank you so much, Steve 🙂