A couple of weeks ago, I read a poem I wrote - called "The Night" - at Barnes and Noble on the Upper West Side, NYC. This is the poem:
The Night
By Benny
You know there is a day.
But, the night stands it's ground.
Like life and death, they lead to each other.
If we live on our candle burning out,
We do not see our candle.
So, dear friends, love the day,
But, night will come sometime.
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