My life, a flickering candle 

A flame through the dark of night... 

In a stand upon a mantle 

Casting shadows and light. 

Will a glow or glimmer remain 

When this light is no more? 

Or will everything remain the same

As it has always been before?

 

(note- I've never posted this poem even though I used it as a sample in my Bio section.  It addresses the question which we probably all ask ourselves at one time or another)