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The Light


The Light
By Nabih Saliba

I light the path for all to see
They shall not trip because of me
How great I am that darkness flee
I do all this without a fee
And so it went each night for lamp
Who proudly thought itself a champ
But then one evening came a tramp
His clothes were worn, and torn, and damp
He staggered left, he stumbled right
He should not try to walk at night
The drunkard fell into the light
Thrown from the lamp with disdain bright
Why should I help this man below?
He’s far beneath me don’t you know
His lesser breeding clearly show
This beggar can’t deserve my glow
And so the lamp let darkness fall
On he who lay there in a ball
As shadows grew both thin and tall
The lamp stood off for one and all
Then suddenly the night time fled
As from each corner more light bled
The lamp looked ‘round and scratched its head
Who brings such light? It loudly said
“Your humble servant,” in reply
Don’t mind me up in the sky
I’m moving on, just passing by
Just sharing light, at least I try
The lamp felt small for what was done
And for the soul it tried to shun
When light as mighty as the Sun

Was freely shared with everyone
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