In youth we burn the candle
At both ends and pretend
That waning candlelight can somehow fight
The oncoming night. Then in age
Our wracking cough
Says all lights
Will go off

6 thoughts on “Waning

  1. Ron.

    Oh, yeah; I remember that candle (I think).
    I also remember thinking I wouldn’t make it to 30. I’m more than twice that now & though I don’t cough (much), all my creaking joints are reminding me how dim the candlelight has become.
    Fine work. Thanks

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you, Ron. I’m pleased you like my poem.
      At the age of 53 I am more aware of the Grim Reaper than I was in my younger years.
      Best wishes. Kevin


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