Softly burning, shining bright,
Lighting up the room, with the hue of my light.
Standing tall and proud and strong,
The light of my flame is my hearty song.

I always thought that things will go on,
Never once did I know it was wrong.
In this last night, I thought about what might,
Flickering and dying, this is my plight.

The candle wax’s thinning and the wind’s blowing,
Here I am, my life’s flickering.
Recalling the memories of my lively spark
The last flicker and everything turns dark.

Zeng Han Jun

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-flicker-of-the-candle-light/