Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Day 163/366

The candle lights the dark room
Alone with all his strength.
Too far to feel his glowing warmth
I watch it flicker tense.

Too much of work he has to do
Too little time to spare.
The candle must see us through tonight
It's life dedicated to our care.

No choice does the poor lad have
To whom it belongs, no say.
I paid for him and so him shall burn
To his owner he must obey.

The wind is his only friend
Swaying to and fro
Kind wind, do not be too strong
Or my candle will lose his glow.

1 comment:

  1. Yet the wind and the candle,
    Shall play this amazing game,
    Not let the warmth dwindle,
    Instead will keep it aflame...