The wax drips down the candle
Making shapes of all sizes.
It reminds me of my life
And the twists and turns.
We see in the flame
The wonder of our youth.
Will they burn brightly on forever
Or will they be snuffed out tomorrow.
We can only relight the candle
And continue to watch the flame.
Always watching the wax drip
Making more shapes on the glass.


 
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