Everyone always walks right past the light as if it’s nothing-
But as it’s glorious beam shines down on us we don’t think twice about it-
It works all day and all night just to be forgotten-
As soon as the bulb is done, another one replaces it just like that-
It’s like we sweep it under the doormat
The light works tirelessly for hours at a time-
Waiting for the day to come-
When everything finally goes numb-
Once it can’t shine any longer, it is thrown away-
As it goes through the archway and everything’s grey-
The light glows for you, but what does it get in return-
It gets the boot and we act like it’s none of our concern-
It weeps in the corner as it starts to get warmer-
The light provides so much, but all it can do now is sit and wait-
For its death-date