Life is like a candle,

It’s lit when we are born,

To light the path of others,

With love that keeps them warm.

 

To always shine so brightly,

To light with brightest glow,

Until such time, that it has burned,

So now it flickers low.

 

 Sometimes it seems to us,

That the candle burned too fast,

But yet we know, and realize,

We cannot make it last.

 

And though we cannot bring back,

When flame has flickered out,

And hearts are heavy with the loss,

And minds are full of doubt…

 

Still it is some comfort,

With the memories that we share,

To know that we were privileged,

With a candle that was rare.

 

 

©  Loree (Mason) O’Neil

 

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