A Guest Poet (my Dad)

This poem was written by my Dad many years ago, but I still remember all the words.

The Lamplighter

I met a stranger in the night,

His light had failed to shine,

He passed, and lit his light from mine,

Then a storm came that night that shook the world about,

And when it all had ceased, it was my light that was out,

Back the stranger came, his lamp was glowing fine,

He had preserved his precious flame,

The lamp he lit was mine.

John Paschal