Feelings of the bulb.

Ye considered me only a bulb
Fair enough to glow,
Round enough to throw,
Ye turn and twisted me,
Ye wired and plugged me.


Ye considered me only a bulb
two filaments to conduct.
produce light as by product.
Ye wrapped around me colour paper,
Ye hanged me in the drastic weather.


Ye considered me only a bulb
kept me "ON" throughout night,
Hired me to make room bright,
Ye kept me rotating on dance floor,
My head reeled like never before.


Ye considered me only a bulb
Carried me on thy head as clown,
with drums and music  all around,
Thou never realised  my worthiness,
That without me there is only darkness.