Lamp in the Corner

The lamp stands in the corner
Tattered and worn
Not quite what it use to be.
But if touched just right
With gentlest of care
The illumination is at hand to see.

But who will take a moment
For this piece left behind
When others have taken its place?
For beauty and style
Seem to be the attraction
Not the memories that once filled that space.

So quietly it sits
In the midst of the new
Broken and bruised by time past.
Collecting only dust
To warm it’s wintry soul
And praying for the end at last.

Just one little touch
That is all it would take
To receive the lamps glorious light.
But so many have forgotten
The brightness that was gained
By one who has vision and sight.