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 to withstand;

thank you for the time

You have given me.

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