My Inheritance.
MY Inheritance.
. ©-MFB III
My life
is a candle,
lit long ago
from love's fires,
by the match
of my parents.
The years melt
slowly by,
as I carry
on the flame
of their dreams.
Mom's been
extinguished,
and Dad's softly
sputtering
into darkness.
I watched men die,
and the light in
their eyes goes out
much like a
set of candles,
and I suppose
their spirit rises
much like the
wisps of smoke
when a candle
burns no more.
We carry a torch
for our ancestors
since cave days
and if our parents
raised us well
we can illuminate
the world with it
if not then we are
but a speck of ash
waxing and waning
in the winds of time.