My Arrow

This poem, a sequel to “The Bow and Arrow“, was written in 2002, eighteen years after the earlier poem. It is rather personal, reflecting my feelings at that time, as did the poem “Samsara” written that same year.

I have but a single arrow
I will weep when it is gone
So I saved my arrow
Carefully I preserved it and went about my life
All the while with an inner yearning
To find a target for my arrow
Now I am growing old
My eyesight is not so keen
My arm is not so strong
And still I have my arrow
And wonder why I cry.

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