Light Workers

At night a boy lies awake in bed,
Staring at little flashing lights up ahead.
He thinks about how tired those little lights must be,
Always working so hard, even past three.
And before his mind drifts off to play,
He invites his little friends to stay.
And when they give no reply,
He does not worry, question, or cry.
For he knows that as long as love is what he sends,
Those little lights will keep on flickering,
Even until the end.

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