Hands Up!
Looking out my ever-open front door
as the closing day slowly dies
the sun bleeding iridescent colours
across endless turning skies
as I live and breathe
so you won't forget
I'll draw back the curtains
before fading into the sunset
and yet
leave something behind
to illuminate the room
remind those who follow
and dispel any gloom
as the sooner the better
now would be opportune
to shine a light
my words please mark,
to you I say,
“When it's dark
out there,
know what's watt, don't shirk,
put your hands in the air,
for many hands make light work.”
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