Oh Waxy Moth!
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you be drawn?
This is light is unholy in your sight
And will only cause end to your flight.
Yet here you be this warm summer night
Circling that flickery target of your plight.
Just one bump is all it took
Never to set sail again, forever stuck on foot.
Tonight you'll wander through the grass
And I can't help but wish you luck
Even though I know too well that tomorrow
I won't be seeing you.
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you have been drawn?
Copyright © Simon Jackson | Year Posted 2010
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