The lights they burn and don't grow dim At least for now while I see them Someday they'll die like everything else Then be replaced from a storage shelf Burning bright again with glorious rays There then for someone else's gaze And so my soul, the dimming bulb Replace it now before everything falls To eternity and beyond it seems Reality will end and be replaced with dreams Until that day life will struggle With lapses of relief and occasional snuggles Shinings of light from fresh bulbs off the shelf And those who burn their own light loving themselves
