The Old Lamplighters

The Old Lamplighters Lamplighters walked the streets of yore, But they aren’t needed anymore. Electric lights sent them away. These newer lights held dark at bay. These men had made their rounds each day, Made sure that we could see our way Through pathways, parks, and down the street. They made it safe for friends to meet And take their easy twilight stroll. New lamps now sit atop the pole. With hearts resigned, they had to find A newer means of daily grind. They left the folks they’d served for years And knew their happiness and tears. They were a much familiar sight Who brought some brightness to the night. They played their part upon their stage, Nostalgic figures on a page Of some old book tucked in a trunk In some old attic full of junk, Forgotten men of days of yore, Who just aren’t needed anymore.