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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

10th graderhyme

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David Kavanagh

Date: 1/29/2023 3:47:00 AM

Heya Shirley You describe the fragility of life through the fickleness of candlelight, a wonderful metaphoric write although evoking sadness, try keep your inner spirits high, we are never really snuffed out, the energy we expel over our lifetime eventually turns to mass again, cheers David

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 1/29/2023 2:57:00 PM

Thank you, David For your kind comments. I am incredibly fortunate to still be here at 85, but life is fragile, especially in these uncertain times, not just for the aged. Take care, Old Duck

Deb M

Date: 1/29/2023 2:34:00 AM

Oh Shirley l felt such sadness when l read this….I hope its just a bad day or moment and your flame will be burning brightly tomorrow. I totally understand what you are saying though my lovely Shirley…..with age the candles flame certainly dims and flickers. Beautifully written! Cuddles galore for you! Debx

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 1/29/2023 3:08:00 PM

I can feel the cuddles, Deb; thank you. Old age is frustrating, But so is life at times. I was thinking about the frailties of life hence the poem. Thank you, Deb, for all the lovely caring comments. I appreciate them very much. Take care, Shirley