Your, My, Our, Candle Poem by David N. Munene

Hey candle light lighting up the night
I wonder how you keep up the fight
This that sees you maintain your plight
With simplicity untold you are so bright
Tell me why it's only in a dark night
That you let me see your beauty alright
Do you even think that this is right;
That I only light you up at night?

So many times in front of me you are planted
And as many a times as those, I take you for granted
It's unfair that in day, of you I never lamented
How do you never give up?
Why do you never give up?
Will you even ever give up?
I dare say you beat me here
Yet I know not if you can hear
Or even notice that next to you is I so near

What scorches a man torches your ember
Atop you sits a single member
Dancing and wagging to the enemy's tune
Threatened by the same jig,
Creating beneath you a darkness similar to that of noon
I am jealous that it's not a wig,
Such as one that made dwarfs look so big
To entice me you'll never cease
You still light up my night to my please

So many a forces at you hitting
I thought they would be overwhelming
Yet you still manage a bargain
One that sees you in the next minute again
You are tender and delicate
Yet to your power there's no duplicate
Moving breaths from nowhere wave at you
You wave back at them with a jig fresh as new
Barely noticing that you they'll take out,
Firmly you burn without, without worry you remain stout

You stand so straight up when in action
You demise is your glory
You never complain of any faction
Your glory keeps away worry
In whites, creams, reds and all
You style up in a session with charisma
Are you not bothered, by winter, Autumn, Summer or Fall?
You have no season out of glamour

If lifespan were to be measured like candle's;
Then trees would have life in bundles
If deaths were to emulate a candle's;
Then all would be on heels rather than sandals
If glory were to be attained as a candles;
Then only a few would keep off sandals
If dignity and esteem were to be as a candle's;
Then it wouldn't kill us to think of hurdles
If melting away would be as a candles;
I dare say the world would have not for us handles

Burn on Candle light
Light up my night before your demise
Fight for your plight as you do at night
For your demise awaits you once your embers kiss your shadow precise.