The Candle

I cup the candle in my palm
And feel its warming glow.
Although its flame is flickering
It lights my way to go.

The world is darkness all around:
Brother turned on brother.
My candle keeps the hope alive:
I will ask no other.


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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

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