The Wick of Life
Life is the wick
in our vessel of clay
each day a gift
a mystery
no way to check
on our reserve of fuel
one day our light fades
without warning
extinguishes
in a one-time
disappearing act
we can only hope
we’ve made our impact
we’ve touched some lives
made contributions
worthy of this
precious gift called life
submitted on May 13, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE B sponsored by BRIAN STAND
originally posted on September 25, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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