Old Lightbulbs Need a Place to Belong, Too

This is a poem written by my sister, Jensine Lee!

burnt out, rundown,

you've been getting dim

you've lost that brand-new luster

your replacement's coming soon

i hear he's so much shinier

i hear he's got extra zing

i hear he's made of fancy stuff

that shimmers twice as long

where will you go, old lightbulb?

who needs you, wants you now?

with your smoky sheen and rusty rim

can you be useful still?

you're wondering 'bout a lightbulb heaven

but you think you won't belong

after all, it's for the very best

whose beams shone far and wide

but you, you always flicker

when the thunder's moving in

and there's that blackout of '92

you haven't quite yet lived down

oh, where will you go, old lightbulb?

who needs you, wants you now?

with your smoky sheen and rusty rim

can you be useful still?

is life so cruel, old lightbulb,

used up and then thrown out?

what was it for, old lightbulb?

what was it for?

somewhere there's a girl

with a bag of dusky bulbs

she'll take you home, wipe off the dust

paint a smile on your curve

she keeps them lined up on her windowsill

to remind her...