Lightbulb Thoughts

A ceiling lightbulb blew and hark!

I needed to replace it.

For reading in the semi-dark?

I knew I couldn’t face it.

 

I found the bulbs and had to climb,

While worried about falling,

Up on a stepstool, taking time

So not to end up sprawling.

 

Removed the old, screwed in the new

And checked if things looked brighter,

Not knowing then, as now I do,

‘Twas fodder for a writer.

 

And thus, a topic for my poem,

When life’s not too exciting,

Is often found within my home,

With lightbulb thoughts alighting.