Old Shoe Box and Broken Candle

Old Shoe Box And Broken Candle My great boldness keeps hammering on down like blacksmith's hits on anvil it rings. So loudly, it barks echoes around this town forwarding slashes giving wicked stings. My great arrogance so often I can not abide proudly riding patiently with me daily. In that awful smugness even I can not hide covering with soft words spoken gaily. Silly boldness, are not others far more bold cried out this man thinking so wise. Are not others greater in knowledge of old tis' true, cried out this man so wise. What pray I, do I have so very special now that truth has found its clear start. Only my great willingness to find out how trade old shoe-box, broken candle for a heart! Robert J. Lindley April 9th, 2004 NOTE- I wrote this poem for my 16 year old daughter K.K. to turn in and discuss in a classroom assignment back then. I let her do all the poem analysis and she did a very good job getting most of it correct. She got very high marks for the poem analysis!