The Old Man

The old man fastened his necktie,

Needlessly glanced towards the mirror.

All the fire in the house was out,

Except for the candle in the window

The old man walked out the door

Never running, always walking,

All the fire on the street was out

Except for the candle in the window.

The old man took the elevator.

Nobody else was inside.

All the fire in the building was out,

Except for the candle in the window.

The old man looked upon the city,

Network towers, Skyscrapers,

Yet all the fire in the city was out

Except for the candle in the window.

When the candle which burns like desire

Is laid down on a funeral pyre

It will be the final fire,

No more candles in windows.

The old man looked upon the world,

Nervously holding his candle,

All the fire in the world will be out,

Hold it to your chest, old man,

Keep it close to you.