The Truth About Tigers

A candle just extinguished fills the room
With scents of birthday celebrations past,
Stirring echoes of children’s laughter, long ago,
The sweetness of cake, the joy of gifts unveiled,
Casting a stark contrast
To the lone figure of an old man,
Solitary in the quiet of his empty house,
Who gently silences the friendly flame
And retreats into the dark solitude
of another lonely night.