17 July 2012
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.
Little Filament • Opuss № I