The Brightest Of Candles Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One may not hold the brightest of candles,
With it slow to burn.
As one seeks to learn...
And absorb that which is in clear view.
But it is certain,
When the wax quickly drips...
On the hands of those,
Bragging about their brightly held lights...
Fast to burn,
To leave them suddenly out of sight.
That one who appears to be slow and dim,
Eventually discovers a way out of darkness.
With that same candle to use again,
If the situation should warrant it.
With that choice to choose if it is wished.