Light of My Life

I never imagined an end when I was forged. When glass was laid into my grooves. When I was transported with the others. Some scuffed, scratched, broke their glass, but I arrived pristine. And I kept it that way for years. No bird dared. That I’d be alone as I lit a dirt road. Kids used this road for school, couples for courting. One man lent on me in a drunken stupor and I bore him up. Then the factory caught fire. At first, I thought I was lucky for my view, then it descended on me. I ended as I began, in the flame.