When The Light

Poem 3

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When the light of you but trickles

instead of shining in the dark,

When your smile is for you, only,

and your night is just too stark

And you sense nothing is waiting,

that tomorrow is not there,

Then, at last you can forgive love

that must end in bleak despair.

So entwined had been their living,

their very beings, being one,

That neither could imagine life

without the other one.

Now they both have started racing

against the other to the grave,

Each despairing of their selfish act:

fleeing what they cannot save.

A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.