A Candle

Perhaps the candle by the garden wall,

is a bit jealous of all those LED tubes

powered by the modern age and with better hues.

The candle itself, withering time to time

awaiting it's death for soon to come.

No one seemed to care, even when it's fire went out,

What was to happen to a petty candle, no one thought about.

There was an another thing too, that the candle thought,

The others were together, while he was not.

Forced to darkness of the night, forced to be there without light,

The candle, oh dear, was sad and with fright

- much like people afraid of the night  

The candle, oh dear, had no friends in near sight