A straight line between here and the end,
Between now and forever –
Between forgiving and the original sin.
The arrow’s fight with time and space
Is a neverending race, a moment of now.
Resistant to the air, lost to the tumultuous tragedy –
Victim of the farce, the cruel comedy of life.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
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A poem about life and its travails
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