This has to be my simplest poem..it has an obvious message hidden but you can read it as an amusing story or realize its depth..entirely up to you.. He sat with an oil lamp Close to his heart No matter what happened From it,he'd never part He had bought it at the highest price he knew it was one of its kind And so this man was glued To his all so priceless find. There was something about the light it shone That was entrancing to the eye, As it could be lit just once, He knew he could never let it die. He cleaned the lamp all the time Kept it at the safest place He'd sit n watch the dancing flame for countless nights and days. His soul was very selfish though He wanted to share it with no one So he hid it from the world Unaware of the insecurity that had grown. And he couldn't share it with the world His selfishness grew to obsession So he trapped himself with the lamp And greedily watched the lamp burn alone. He brought the lamp to his face His greed knew no limits And kept watching till suddenly His heart broke into bits. This fool was so sad, Wondering why he was so obsessed, As he watched the light extinguish, By the blow of his own breath.