By Alyssa Duckworth
Do you feel the light go out
Like a light bulb with a flick?
A flame extinguished at the wick?
Do you feel the light go out?
I will not tell you right or wrong.
You know.
The throngs of people tell you so.
And your conscience must also.
I will sit with you and contemplate
The future you anticipate.
I’ll stand beside you through and through
No matter what it is you do.
But to lose a light –
Such a light –
‘Tis a dim and dreary path to choose.
LogoSophia Magazine 