The Candle Burns Low Old Friend

The candle burns low old friend,
soon it will be gone forever,
but what a run it was,
dancing by its glorious new light,
turning on the table of time.

We have shared much along the way,
so it is we say farewell,
let us leave as we entered,
without sorrow or regret,
with no goodbyes along the way.

Insanity is natures’ only defense,
for jokes and other truths
far to cruel too withstand,
thank you for the time
You have given me.
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