Old Yellow Light

Old yellow light buzz like a fly by your ear, a mummer in the corner of someone's distant future. And old yellow light sit behind the lamp shade, behind hidden like a criminal robbing mother earth. So old yellow light stay alive while I write this poem, hold on a little bit longer while I try try, and capture the 20th century. Don't let me forget. Don't let it go yellow light, you're our only hope to hold heavy the lesson's of the past and the innocence of what we thought was to come Old yellow light buzz just while I finish this poem. While some still read, some still hope, some still think and learn from the past. Let it not be humanity's last.