The Candle's Burning Low - Poem by Joseph Anderson
We met down at the city park,
Where old folk often go
And today he seemed unduly sad.
His thoughts were causing woe.
He spoke and this he told me,
In a mood of reverie;
''I hope the things I've said or done
Will merit memory.
A memory that goes beyond
The markings on my grave;
A memory that some way tells
The efforts that I gave.
The light we shine within our time,
In true reality
Sets firm the legacy we leave,
Through out eternity.
From the womb until our final act,
Is when we write life's rhyme;
And my candle's burning lower-
So much undone, so little time''.
Comments about The Candle's Burning Low by Joseph Anderson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You