I am still, I am restless
Sitting inside this little square box
Building up my sweet fragrance
To jump out when opened, like a fox
I am sitting, I am waiting
For that big day that soon will come
When my owner will open this box
And take me out to warm me some
I am excited, I am restless
The box is opening, I see a hand
I see the flame, it's at my tip
I'm feeling warm, oh it's so grand
I am radiant, I am glowing
Letting my sweet fragrance rise
Rising to the top, forming one grey pillar
Making up a cloud, of great size
I am glowing, I am burning
Burning faster than a running foot
Smelling grand but burning down
Now I'm just a pile of soot
I am still
Written in 1974
By Cory Carrier
(can you tell what I was doing when I wrote this poem?)
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