The Life of a Lamp
by Alex Molini
I cannot see what the day is like,
For my eyes are turned off
when the Great Light is present.
But from night onwards
I come alive to
Illuminate with all my strength.
I remember, quite some time ago
When a young boy would
Use my light to read a storybook
Word by word.
A young man would use my light
To play the piano, moving from
Key to key.
But now, my light is only used
To illuminate the keys on a computer
With its own light burning into his brain
I have to ask, I must wonder,
Where have the stories and the music gone?
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