My Lasting Minutes

In the middle of cooking, with flair and zeal,
The lights flicker twice, then cease to be real.
The oven cools down, the souffle’s a flop,
Another grand dinner comes to a stop.

I settle on toast—oh wait, that’s electric!
My coffee is cold, this is getting hectic.
I reach for my phone to order some food,
But the Wi-Fi is down, and my data’s no good.

I sit in the dark, with a book and a sigh,
But soon realise it’s too dark to try.
I think about hobbies that don’t need a light,
But juggling knives didn’t turn out just right.

Our family all gather with candles aflame,
We play “Guess That Shadow,” a riveting game.
We talk and we laugh till the power’s restored,
Then groan as it cuts out twice more—oh Lord!

I bought a generator to ease my woes,
But it runs on fuel, and wouldn’t you know—
The gas station’s closed ‘cause their power is out,
I’m starting to know what camp life’s about.

So here’s to the blackout that visits each night,
You keep life exciting without fail or fight.
Though living off-grid wasn’t part of the plan,
At least now I know I’m a candle-making fan!