An Old Oil Lamp Poem by JJ Evendon

An old oil lamp discarded in a locked cupboard room
lies covered in cobwebs next to a worn out broom.
Spiders and mice have long since gone.
The consequence of being left in the dark for so long.
A 'relic' from a bygone Victorian past
now time layered dust hides its once polished brass.
Add oil and a light from a match's spark
and a flame would rise and lighten its accustom dark.
Should power fail and leave you in the dark and cold,
there's always the oil lamp that's nearly two hundred years old.