The candle goes out eventually
No matter how much you admire the light
It flickers with each passing wind
Yet still makes your room bright
It is the slight warmth in your coldest day
Your remembrance when one is gone
The guiding light on your countless journeys
Your sight in the darkening storm
So bright and yet so magically
Yet its life slips away as the wax drips
Candles don’t burn forever
But memories always will
“A life is but a flicker in time that should be valued before it is gone…” -Monica Renata