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The Candle


As the candle burned and the old man sat watching and the thoughts

He saw it all so clear and as it passed through and the veil parted

Finally knowing was what counts and seeing them leaving one suitcase at a time

Sometimes the suitcase took six strong men to carry them, but they still did

Carrying is what the old man did because it was fresh and new and it was all he had

And the candle burning, in a cold room as he gathered himself with effort 

They counted on him, all those he  missed and believed he’d see again

He stirred his coffee, smoke curling around the cigarette and took a draw

He leaned over and with a quickened breath he blew out the lowered stub

The lone  tear rolling down his reddened cheek as he carried himself into the darkness 

He went into the diner and no one noticed or knew his name but his shabby clothes

He ordered , ate and paid and a tip. And carried himself with a shivered grace alone

Back in the darkness he remembered some closeness of friends and the departed 

He made his way quietly home and with commitment lit the candle for those

The candle waited as did the departed and with practiced thumb flicked the match 

Room now all a lit and glass in hand the man who was old bowed and silently waited

Felt a rapid thump and the lingering pain down his left arm 
but worse than before

And in awe the old man watched candle burning down as himself and life

Tried to remember something but something could be anything and the candle

He remembered Jack, his brother, teaching him curse words and the candle flicking

Church,spitting on the bald guy down below and him coming up the stairs 

We laughed as we ran down the other side and buying a soda and candy 

The candle flickered and darkness overtook him as the pain overtook the heart

And he saw his Mother and she
Was young and beautiful and ran to him to hug him  


And the candle slowly blinked out as did the eyes of the old man as a smile touched his face

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Date: 2/13/2025 9:33:00 AM
You can feel the loneliness and age slowly creeping up to him in this descriptive poem.Well written both sad and heartbreaking when we think of old folks all alone in their final years. love phyl
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Date: 1/3/2025 12:04:00 PM
- The language of loneliness ... in the age of loneliness there is a negative focus on aging and loneliness ... can also lead to early death ... a heartbreaking poem, Patrick -
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Date: 1/3/2025 7:21:00 AM
Patrick what beautiful poem of both sadness and love.Loved it…..Debx
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Patrick Cornwall
Date: 1/3/2025 8:32:00 AM
Debx I thank you for such lovely appraisals and such. I’ll look for you and read you like a book!!! Lol Patrick

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