The Life Of A Lightbulb Poem by Joe Hughes

I'm hanging here
All by myself,
A simple, white lightbulb.
The day is bright,
I'm at my rest,
The night will bring hubbub.

No one gives
A care for me
Throughout the daylight hours,
But should I fail
When night time falls,
Expressions will turn sour.

I'm freezing cold
When I'm at rest,
Flies walk all over me,
But come the night
I'm baking hot
Whilst helping all to see.

I've heard it said
A long-life bulb
Will take my place in time.
They say I'm old,
Use too much power,
They say it is a crime!

I've given light
To children's fights
On settees and on floors.
Without me
They can't read or write,
Come in or exit doors.

I've shone on lovers,
Young, some old,
Seen births and deaths galore.
I've illuminated many things,
Books, papers,
Household chores.

But now I've come
To my life's end,
With no more light to bring.
I'm fading fast,
I'm almost gone,
Yes there! I've just gone PING!