Jack
O
Lantern
The lone pumpkin in the field
Chosen for a job
Carved with fine hands
Given a face
A life
A spirit
The spirit of the one who made it
A face of the same
It smiles a smile of gold
A wonderful golden smile that stays golden
Into the night
Its smile seems to last forever
Until the Jack O’ Lantern realizes
It can’t
Not for much longer
Old
Useless
Smile fading away
Rotten on the inside
Its creator taking it
Away
In this moment
It stares asking Why,
Why was I made?
Only for the creator not to know how to answer
Was it for tradition?
Was it for decoration?
Was it for the holiday?
But he just doesn’t know
As he lies Jack in the spot where he was found
Lonely
In the field
In its final resting spot
Rotting away
He still smiled without an answer.