My life, a flickering candle 

A flame through the dark of night... 

In a stand upon a mantle 

Casting shadows and light. 

Will a glow or glimmer remain 

When this light is no more? 

Or will everything remain the same

As it has always been before?

(note- I've never posted this poem even though I used it as a sample in my Bio section.  It addresses the question whic...

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Why do poets ponder

The birds of the air...

For their beauty, their freedom, their song?

Why do they find peace in asking

Questions that begin with why?

Why are they so willing to share

The inner most part of their soul,

Hidden in symbolic mazes

With hedges high?

I guess what I'm really asking

Is why do I?

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