I got a new light bulb today,
the other one exploded in the
arms of the lamp, turned out to
be a standard gas-filled light bulb
(shorter life span): but this new one,
this new one works graciously.
It impossibly gets brighter everyday.
It radiates warmth that is beyond
the capacity said on it's package.
It reads lifelong light bulb, but
that doesn't mean it isn't delicate;
it still needs to be handled properly.
It still can break like glass bludgeoned
by a blunt-ended object (think selfishness, etc.) .
I guess it is my job to be thankful for this light
that has been blessed upon me; don't
take it for granted and see how long it shines.
Help her shine, handle with care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem