Retired Remnants

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Guzzi Avatar
January 18, 2015 at 11:54 AM
We can only live our life to the fullest & not put off for tomorrow ... I believe I will be quite content to go when it's my time - only only fear the pain. I am thankful for every minute of life and ask for nothing more if there's more - well that will be interesting as well! Light & Love
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January 18, 2015 at 4:32 PM
Thank you Debbie. If you are able to make your life have more joy than sorrow then you have added joy to someone elses life. I can die happy knowing I will be missed and not forgotten by those that I love, who love me too.
Susan Avatar
May 16, 2012 at 11:16 AM
How quickly time passes - it definitely becomes the enemy the older we get! It's truly hard to embrace death, not only of others, but also the knowledge of our own passing, coming...loved the melancholy, reflective tone. very deep piece :)
Wesley Avatar
May 13, 2012 at 3:43 AM
Just looking at your remark after mine. I have a friend who was a stewardess as her career and the stories she tells! The travel must have been wonderful; I think it's dangerous today with all that's going on. Knowing this gives the poem so much more meaning "wing of a silver bird" Lovely!
Dietrich Avatar
May 5, 2012 at 9:15 PM
soupmail, connie
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March 31, 2012 at 12:26 PM
How true that we have to learn to accept death of friends and family members throughout our lives. I have found that "The joys of life (DO) intermingle with the sorrow. The last verse blew me away. Awesome! Love, Carolyn
Wesley Avatar
March 28, 2012 at 5:47 AM
Love that line about time becomes an enemy as well as a friend; how true Connie, so many years are lost in flight. Makes me think of my own life. Beautiful poem. LOve, Elizabeth
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March 28, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Thank you Elizabeth. This poem is mostly about reflections of life, but my meaning in the last stanza about 'lost in flight' is about the 34 years I spent as a stewardess as I recall the good and bad times.
Ball Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 4:29 PM
There is a certain amount of sadness which comes with getting older unless you happen to embrace it as a sort of goal. I figure it took me a long time to get this way and I want credit for it. Great write here. filled with understanding and beauty. God Bless, JB
Horsman Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 10:08 AM
wonderful Connie, all aspects here, the reality of life and death. and everything in between, this poem is excellent, harry
Guzzi Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 8:24 AM
So true it is only because of the contrast we feel anything at all! Thanks for stopping by my writes! Light & Love
Dietrich Avatar
March 26, 2012 at 11:18 PM
aha, there it is. YOUr awesome poem on life!! a FAVE.
Johnson Avatar
March 26, 2012 at 4:33 PM
This is a deep sad poem, Connie. my sympathy if you have recently suffered a loss. I see you have not written much lately. Welcome back and I will be watching for more poetry from you. Thank you for reading and commenting today. Lvoe, Joyce
Marcum Wong Avatar
March 26, 2012 at 6:06 PM
I lost my dear aunt, the last sibling alive on my maternal side in July, but the poem is mostly about reflections and my meaning in the last stanza is about the 34 years I spent as a stewardess as I recall the good and bad times.
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
March 26, 2012 at 7:53 AM
Deep write. As we get older many things start falling into perspective. Sometimes it's scary.
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March 24, 2012 at 5:47 PM
Very well written Connie ! Have a lovely weekend! - oxox love Anne-Lise
Onclaud Avatar
March 24, 2012 at 1:44 PM
solemn yet full of wisdom and poetic insights, connie.... what a gem!..:) huggs
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