In some small,corner of the world
a light flickers, beginning
to fade.
Who's watt's,have been a guide
through,dark times in former,
day's.
I sure will miss,it's
lovely,glow
as this type of bulb, is irreplaceable,
I know.
For, it's beams,were never too high,
nor low.
Yet,how will I see,when it no longer
shines?
What, will I do? When, it leaves's
the,darkness ,
behind ?
Written,By Jan Webb