Lamp Post

It seems to only come to life
At a certain darkness in time
The ticking of the clock
Counts the minutes gone by

The evening seems to take long to come
Is it the sunlight that refuses to go
or is it your ignorance to come

Ah, it came
When the clock ticked to six
And the lights turned on
Shimmering in the lamp post

At last my friend as returned from a long holiday
And I run to it
But so did the others

All fighting for a piece of it's affection
we squirm around

But I seem to be a minute late
The other came seconds before

I sigh with resignation,
And leave to look for another companion

I am only a fly,
Waiting for the next evening to come