TO MY SHADOW A GOOD FREIND

TO MY SHADOW
A GOOD FREIND

This morning I went for a walk,
My shadow wanted to play
How I wish we could talk
I know what I would say.

I would tell him, look we had our day
Many a day in the summer sun,
When we did run and play
And yes, we did have fun.

And at noon when it was hot
He would hide under my feet,
At that time of day he was just a spot
But early and late he was hard to beat.

We stopped at a bench to take a break
He’s sad, maybe a little mad,
I’ve had all the walking I could take,
He remembers when I was a lad,

Through the woods how we would run,
I could because of my age;
He could because of the sun.
Our book of life’s first page.

You were there when I had things to say
You would listen when no one else would,
If you remember, it wasn’t all play
We worked, you and I, like we should.

Even today you are still by my side,
I noticed you have slowed down,
Don’t you worry I won’t run and hide,
I have quit playing the part of a clown.

The pages filled so very fast
You and I were a team,
We both thought it would always last.
Were those days as great, as they seem?

Our book is almost done,
And my shadow, my good friend,
Neither of us has won,
For the last page will say - the end.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006