Life as a Chandelier Sees It

An iron cage clings to life suspended above the floor
It keeps a careful watch through windows and the door.
The cage is rather like us all, I find
Its inner lights flicker and wane
Time it seems, for both iron and people, is equally a bane.

But those lights just keep on shining, time and age be damned
The lights refuse to quit, just like the Sun in this summer land.
It’s a laudable persistence, a life lesson
Despite its age and make, it hasn’t begun to rust
After all, Chandeliers are like people

We shine because we must.


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