A LIGHT
A light from the bedroom window
Shining late into the dark of night,
Closed curtains make a warm glow,
A spot of comfort burning bright.
Why does the light shine so late,
Is someone ill and cannot rest,
Or waiting for a homecoming mate,
Or studying for a lesson or test?
It maybe a book to good to put down,
Watching a movie or an important game,
Maybe on a computer with a tired frown,
Working on a novel that could bring fame.
It could be many reasons why there’s a light,
But as I walked I felt comfort from it’s rays,
They, the person up late, feel blessed tonight
For the help it gave me along my dark ways.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 4, 2002
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