Little Shadows Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON

Shadows....
A semblance of what we think we are
Changing from moment to moment,
Depending on the direction one walks
in their day.

Preceptions....
A semblance of what we think we are.
Also changing, growing, shringking,
Depending on the direection one walk
in their day.

Like one's little shadow....
Self percetion might depend on ones
' juxta-position',
Some times tall, overextending past reality....
Ohter times....just barely under foot...
Trampled.

Depending on the direction one walks
in thier day