The Incandescent Bulb

Such a spherical near ball of delight, Dispelling darkness with illuminating bright light. It’s core made of red hot and burning filament, An element clearing blackness, our eyes out of predicament. If not for a discovery, by Thomas Alva Edison? We’d still be in Hades, instead we’re in Heaven. So thanks to the bulb, we don’t strain our sight, Whether its day light or the darkest of night. Imagine a life without incandescent light? I shudder to think of such a terrible plight. - Prince Freakasso (Painter & Poet)