My candle is almost at its end.
Yet it's still as bright as ever.
The shadows are not as long,
Nor are my thoughts as clever.
There in the darkness, comes this light;
Small as it might be, i can see.
Look at the stars in the heavens;
How tiny they seem to be.
Let the candle run its course
And shower me with light.
For in the shadows I may stumble,
And fall with all my might.
The stars burn brightly as your poems bring light
into everyone's heart!
Lady Mary Ann
thought provoking read
Michael D.
Ron
Keep lighting up our lives with your eloquence...
Diana...
Love ya!
Jane