Treasure Island

Sheldon Allan Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

A Light In The Attic


There's a light on in the attic.
Thought the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickerin' flutter,
And I know what it's about.
There's a light on in the attic.
I can see it from the outside.
And I know you're on the inside... lookin' out.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Edited: Monday, March 21, 2011

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  • Ace Of Black Hearts (4/12/2013 11:24:00 PM)

    Indeed we are all either looking out or in.
    Just a matter of where one is sitting.
    Good short and meaningful poem. (Report) Reply

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