Betting On Last
I've always loved predicting
Which will be the last to die.
I'm rarely right but still each night
I study them and try.
They start out on an equal plane
But who knows why they change.
Like human life spans, variance
Will always seem so strange.
So as the end draws near, I watch
To see which burns down last.
Just one more night and then another
Chanukah has passed.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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