First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!
-- Edna St Vincent Millay
There are poems, or rather verses that I steal and find places to use in common conversation. It makes me sound smart or creative, when I am really just a thief. That is a honest confession, that will I regret someday. Anyway I plan to steal this poem, its imagery, and words. I will steal it and use it sometime in passing. I hope you enjoy it too.
I would also like to say I have heard the expression "to burn the candle at both ends" I am not sure to whom I should owe that credit. This poem is just a flowery extension of that simple idiom. What really makes this poem pop is that last line, and I will always remember it.
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