There once was a candle, big and strong.
The candle was bright and glowed all night.
Everyone that saw the candle was in awe.
They had never seen one so bright nor so tall.
The candle shone in the darkest of times.
Never diming and always in perfect time.
The candle knew that her light was for all.
She shared it willingly and would never fall.
"Here, the candle would say, take some..."
"I have plenty of wave for all."
The candle gave wax and light she did not ask for any back.
Over the years the candle grew thin.
Her wax was shaved and her wick was begining to bend.
The candle didn't mind cause she knew that she helped.
So the candle said nothing, and alone she felt.
One day a strong wind, evil, did blow.
The candle fell and it's wax began to melt.
The candle called out; "Someone sit me up straight!"
But nobody came for the candle.
It was too late.
The candle lay there and as she burned out,
darkness came in and her light went with it.
The candle now cold, her wax all gone
wonders if someone will ever come along.
Come along, the candle thinks, and sit her back up
But she sees only darkness and no hope.
So the candle gave up and burned no more.
The once bright light is gone.
The candle lays on the floor.

Julie Bernard Owens