Life,
Is it just too short for us?
Too short for us to
enjoy, meet more people,
realize our mistakes, learn more things,
touch people's lifes, achive something,
too short for us to
learn to love, learn to be loved
or even to learn the meaning of love.
Is it the substance of time,
that is holding life short;
or could it be some other reasons
unknown to us...

I have pondered over this questions for a long time;
an answer I seek for long,
for long the answer I seek in vain.

But then, I have come to this conclusion,
a conclusion of how I view life.
I see life as someting fragile,
I see life as an opportunity to
make the best whatever we have with us.
I see life as something to be treasured dearly,
because life is limited here on earth,
I see live as live itself to be enjoyed with loved ones.

Today, my granuncle just passed away. To be exact; it was just 10 minutes ago. I wrote this poem just last week. It wasn't meant for this; I just felt like writting this poem. Isn't it just how ironic? A birth brings so much joy to most people, and death brings much sorrow to many too. I was thinking, if you could reverse what had been done, what changes would you make. I wouldn't. I wouldn't change a bit of reality even if you gave me the chance. What is done, is done. When the person is dead, only God can ressurect him.  He was a man that puts his family first in all. He would do anything to avoid troubling his son, daughters and his wife. Which is why, he is no more here on earth today. He refused to tell his family the pain he was going through, until it was all too late. My granduncle was more than just a granduncle. In fact, what he did for me was even more than what my own grandfather did for me. He was always encouraging me in my studies, always behind the scene, supporting me.Hell, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. His funeral would be on Tuesday. He is one man, I'll always respect, look up to, remember, and love. If you ask me how many rifle salutes I would give to him as a sign of respect, I would say; save it. Your rifle salutes aren't worth the respect due to him. Although he isn't here anymore physically and spiritually, he still exist in my heart and memories. I'll always remember him. I never regretted at all because, I have learnt to treasure him a long time ago. To those people out there, treasure your loved ones. Even if they're old and weak, all the more, you should treasure them. To my granduncle, I have faith you're in heaven right now. Enjoy yourself there.

For your information, the words are in blue as a sign of respect for my grandfather. In my family tradition, the grandchildren and grand nephew/nieces wears blue.