When i was stumbling

in the dark,confused

and crying out for help,

this friendly fellow seemed amused:


And while i fought like anything 

to keep the candle lit

he cheerfully reviewed

the guttering of my wit.


Asthonished that the brother found

my struggle such a treat

i turned the flickering light on him

and glimpsed his doven feet.


               BY:Rena Boodram


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