People are like lights,
In so many ways,
Shapes, colors, and sizes,
We will all fade out someday.
Somedays we glow,
Just like a beam,
Others are dull,
We can not see a thing.
Some people are big,
Others are lean,
So many sizes,
Like an adjustable beam.
A light needs charged,
After so many hours,
We must eat food,
For energy and power.
Some lights, can blink,
Just like our wink,
Some light up signs,
Our ideas, light up our mind.
A light can guide us,
Through, a darken night,
People can lead us on,
When our world is uptight.
Some people can brighten up our life,
Anytime, any day,
Like turning on a switch,
They light up our way.
Lights put off heat,
As they burn away,
A real friend,
Can warm our world, any day.
Some lights are weak,
Do not give much light,
We are not all strong,
Not always bright.
A light can travel so many miles,
In just a flash,
As our soul will travel,
When this life we pass.
Tom Maxwell copyright 01/02/03
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'We will all fade out someday' - that's sad but true.