Little Filament

I have sometimes wondered
Just what it would be like
To be that little filament
Holding a spark of light

Enclosed in a glass bubble
My view outside is curved
But up until my dying day
From my duty, won't be swerved

And when you switch the lightbulb on
I instantly get hot
You turn me on, more ways than one
Is that a bizarre thought?

Me and my glass shell
With electricity we thrive
But without it coursing through our veins
We'd never come alive.

All rights reserved. Nom 17th July 2012.