Said the tall new candle
To the gnarled old one
That was a fraction of its size:
"I am pristine and slender,
As you are charred and gnarled.
White is my skin with
No blemishes and no black marks.
I pity you for much longer
Than you shall I burn."

"I am all that you say,
Young pristine candle.
Long may you retain
Your good looks.
But there is one thing,
This candle would like to impart:  
I shine bright and without fear,
Till I am candle no more
And true flame have become."