Lamp Posts

They cast their glare upon the street,
These lamp posts stand tall, straight, and neat,
While the fire in the skies,
Slowly burns out and dies.
Then comes the dark,
And they stand out stark,
Beacons of light,
Illuminating the night.
Unnoticed by most,
As they play host,
To the beams,
Which pour out in streams,
Upon edifice and pavement,
As our lives are spent.
Yet when their bulbs expire,
And the street looks dark and dire,
Then we look for the lamp posts.
We look for a pillar to host,
The light of our society,
A light to guide you and me,
But perhaps we should be,
The ones to help others to see.

~~~This poem was inspired by a photo taken by my friend Andre. See Below.~~~