Elmer Romulo Valdez

Rookie (Luna, La Union, Philippines)

Fingers In Fulfillment - Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

Fingers racing against time,
To finish the poem of life,
Fingers become icily tipsy,
And dripping with cold sweat;
Yet with firm resolution,
The finish line is still far.

There is no time to relax,
Keep on freely moving with
A far-fetched sight and aim,
The winning post is there;
Reach for it, with those
Shaking and tired fingers.

It is just a stone's throw,
The barrier cannot obstruct,
The catch can be produced;
All is possible if only tried,
Fight against the retiring will,
Just carry on and all is yours.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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