The days of the future stand in front of us <br />Like a line of candles all alight---- <br />Golden and warm and lively little candles. <br />The days that are past are left behind, <br />A mournful row of candles that are out; <br />The nearer ones are still smoking, <br />Candles cold, and melted, candles bent., <br />I don’t want to see them; their shapes hurt me, <br />It hurts me to remember the light of them at first. <br />I look before me at my lighted candles, <br />I don’t want to turn around and see with horror <br />How quickly the dark line is lengthening, <br />How quickly the candles multiply that have been put out.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candles/
