Friday, September 21, 2012

Great Great Great Granny's Lamp

This lamp was very old.
Passed down from generation to generation to generation.
An heirloom of sorts.
It never did anyone wrong.
Always providing guidance.
Light.
A quart later one evening,
It's light no longer shined bright.
It wasn't the bulb.
It wasn't the power.
Giving without ever asking for something in return,
It vanished.
What remains?
Only pieces on the floor
And a bruise on the wall.


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