Light Up On My Table
I have a room.
My room makes me elated
as it is jam-packed with all manners
of goodness that make life tick.
I have a table,right in that room.
The table,very often,
gets me into a brown study.
It also houses a great number of books of old.
This this,which has gotten off my neck,
the yoke of ignorance.
Once,given to me by Rahla,
an aged fellow,is an old lamp.
Rahla lives down the lane.
This lamp lights up my table
and then my room.
Suddenly, brightness creeps in
like the day's shinning sun.
A once void and gloomy room
beams with glory.
Up on my table,is a lamp.
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