My Friend Flicker
A spark igites
and the rest is history.
That lone, single spark
is responsible for it, all!
The laughter, tears, and anger,
depression, giddiness, and regret;
all were each but, a single live-wire.
Once lit, ther is no turning back!
However, it's the moment that decides
which avenue shall encompass
where the fire shall burn,
and exactly who should be holding the flame!
Copyright © David Goodwin | Year Posted 2012
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