Burningcandles From Both Ends - Poem by Andy Brookes
A poet once said he saw all the days to come as candles unlit
and all the past guttered stubs of days gone
the lighted candles got less as the stubs increased.
But I see looking backbright lit candles of joy, some stubs of sadness it's true,
but on the whole only jubilant lights flickering reminders of beautiful days.
soon my candle of years will end, no life infinite but looking back
seeing only light and going forward into light
glad to enjoin with the universal light from which we spring.
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