#DAT METAPHOR AND PERSONIFICATION THO

[infinite-inferno]

My Old Friend

There’s an old Streetlamp just down the way,

I can just barely see it from my window, through the trees in the yard.

It’s still standing tall every day,

Even when the weather makes it extremely hard.

The Streetlamp is old, and not taken care of the best,

The light will flicker and plunge the area into darkness.

And though the orange color it supplies isn’t like all the rest,

Its familiarity brings me happiness. 

But that one fateful day while the everyone on the block was away, 

The weather got way too rough and nobody knew what would remain.

We all had thought the Streetlamp was tough, and it would last the day that was oh so gray,

Making the true cause of its demise was impossible to ascertain. 

I refused to believe the little Streetlamp had reached its end,

Even though it might’ve been its time to go, hell it might’ve even been glad.

But I still wept and wept for the loss of my old friend,

Who knew a Streetlamp could make one feel so sad?

If it could talk it might’ve said,

“Don’t cry child, I’m just another old and broken Streetlamp that I finally got what it deserved.”

But as I lay here, dejectedly contemplating in my bed,

I wonder, could I have done something more to help it be preserved?

Time has passed and found me sitting here on the branch of this tree,

Looking to the place where the Streetlamp used to be.

The one that was always dependable and comforted me,

The one that I will no longer be able to see.

I long to see the familiar, off color glow,

The one all my childhood I’d been enjoying.

I wish to see it flicker, communicating in morse code a secret memo,

Even though I once found it to be quite annoying. 

Now I only see it when I sleep, and even still, not often enough,

I always wake up to the Streetlamp gone, facing the sad reality.

When the weather gets rough and the skies gray, will I be tough,

Or will I also end up like my old friend?