It’s amazing how you can just turn me off and on
Like a bulb of light.
You turn it on when looking for that something you need
And once you’ve found it
You cut it off
Because you haven’t any use for it anymore.
On and off
Again and again.
Not even realizing the light
Starting to dim.
The light will grow tired.
The next time you’re in need
and try to turn it on,
from being used
so many times
for so long,
It will have blown.
Nevertheless
Without a thought without stress
You replace it with another
For that burned out light, it’s useless
And
You couldn’t care less.