AS THE CANDLE BURNS DOWN
As the candle burns downThe wick flutters in the breeze
Made by my breath
The light from the candle
Creates shadows on the walls
Around the room I sit in
My mind searches through my
Memory of those I have met got
To know in the many ways I did
Some , nay the many now gone
One way or another gone no longer
In or a part of my life no more
I think of what I have done achieved
Or not achieved
Of what will be remembered of me
Will the positives be recalled
Or will it be the negatives
Of the two witch will be higher
In the two piles
Tis those I never met in the flesh
So to speck
Will remember the positives of me
It is they who will remember me and smile
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2013-01-26 at 23:35
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