The circle of light on the ceiling dances
From the candle flame as it prances
Right to left and left to right
As I sit alone in the room this night
The flickering flame burns low then high
But soon the wick will wither and die
Once lit in a hope of a future bright
It is weary now, sad fading light
Many things disappoint us in the end
Tho bright with promise it so began
The wick that stood so proud, time did choke
The light has left , now there’s nought but smoke
KL Dennie 11/2021
