Displacement
There are those whose leaving
is the cause of grieving.
Some whose departure
brings relief and laughter.
I have always dreamed
that my own demise
could be in quiet steps
to retrieve my prize,
not with melting wings
as the sun grows hotter.
Let me leave this world
like a hand from water.
5/9/26
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Author:
FrasMac (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Retirement looms in the next year. I don't want any fuss as I leave the rat race, hopefully to enjoy some years of being useful in other, perhaps more benevolent, pursuits. Kind of like how I see life itself. Hopefully I'll go quietly when the time comes.
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Going without a fuss is my view as well but no matter how hard we try to take the hand from the water peacefully it still drips. Nice one
yup, we always leave some kind of ripple, however small. thanks!
You are very welcome my friend
… “like a hand from water”, just exquisite! 🙏🏻🕊️👍🏻
You are very kind, thank you!
Most welcome FM 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes, quietly for me, I think. I have impinged on so few people's lives I hope, that the transition will be smooth and uncomplicated...
Message recieved comfortably.
Glad you could relate, thank you
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