When truly embracing life, one must
also embrace the mortal chain of death
as friends and family continue passing
in harmony with the earthly seasons,
in quiet tune with celestial movement.
What being in profound contemplation
when dealing with melancholia,
ever lived their life without flirting
briefly with the thought of suicide;
the persuasion of drink compounded?
The joys of life intermingle with sorrow
in a stage of life when Time ironically
becomes an enemy as well as a friend,
when one endeavors to share wisdom
that may be unappreciated and rejected.
The sudden glint off the wing of a
passing silver bird with many souls,
recalls to mind the madness that still
dwells in corners of dark and light,
of years gained, yet lost in flight.
© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong