Candle

Ever watch a candle burn?
Just sit there, late at night?
Amazing what we all can learn,
From this simple sight.
The flame, it spends all it's time,
Fighting off the darkness.
Blowing it out's almost a crime,
An end to it's happiness.
Slowly evaporating wax,
Slowly burning thus,
But in it's short life it's never lax,
It lives more than most of us.
That's what life is, a constant struggle,
With special breaks to calm,
Times when in love's arms you cuddle,
These lovely times, wound's balm.

Nicholas Bronson

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