Snuffed Out
I feel fragile as a candle,
Which I find hard to handle.
Like a clock that no longer ticks
Or glue that doesn't stick
Once lit, a candle burns,
Getting smaller every day
The slightest puff of wind
Can blow its light away
We all have our weaknesses,
Especially as we age
Fragility and meekness
Are often displayed,
I am not comfortable with this,
I just wanted someone to know,
Like that fragile candle
I have lost my glow
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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