#296 The Lonely Low-Lit Lamppost Poem by Jimmie Arrington

#296 The Lonely Low-Lit Lamppost



There is a lonely low-lit lamppost
Near the pathway that I stroll.
Every night his bulb softly glows
As he plays his undying role.

There is nothing else nearby,
No parks or streets or lakes,
But still his sole duty is done
For all or no one’s sakes.

On each torrid summer night,
His metal core reflects the heat.
And beneath the bitter winter’s stars
He’s coated with a dewy sheet.

He never flickers or fails to light
But beams perpetually.
His subtle hum fills the midnight air
To keep himself company.

Never once has he complained
But he’ll lend a caring ear
On any given night
Of any month of any year.

He never gives counsel or advice,
He doesn’t say a thing,
But he’ll offer sweet comfort
Beneath his luminous ring.

Is it vain of me to think
He shines only for me,
Lighting the trail where I walk
And stop to write poetry?

Does he hope I’ll find someone
To walk with in the night?
Does he pray I’ll find someone
To love and share his light?

Though no one appears to see him,
As if he were a drifting ghost,
He means the world to me,
My lonely low-lit lamppost.

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