I was sitting and thinking about life in general. I turned on the light on my ceiling and the bulb blew out. I changed the light bulb and that made me think. What would it be thinking if it could talk?

Switched.

So I wrote a poem.

Here I am just hanging around. Looking at my family from the ceiling down.

I’ve changed a lot so I’m really not one conspire, the way that I think I know if I am insane or incorrectly wired.

I bring in the light so I can give them sight. Yeah you’re right I chase away the dark.

You see I’m not appreciated as much as I should be but we will see when my light it out and they can’t see.

I change and change but they still treat me the sameway.

Like life…I’m taken out, put in, bought and thrown away.

By Victor Isaacs

This poem was very thought provoking to me to the point of gaining revelation about how nowadays we take life and the smallest things for granted. We need not to overlook anything and pay attention to detail and we will all progress positively.