Made Light Poem by Ima Ryma

Tom Edison worked many years
Inventing the electric light.
While disbelievers made their jeers,
He kept on trying, day and night.
A thousand ways or more he tried,
To find a bulb that would stay lit.
Each time the light just up and died.
Sometimes he thought, 'The hell with it.'
One night a glow came into life.
The bulb was tested and it passed.
Tom ran upstairs and woke his wife.
'Honey, I've done it at long last.'

'It is 3 a.m.' His wife said.
'Turn off that light and come to bed.'