My Shadow Poem by Juan Olivarez

He follows everywhere I go,
Does everything the same.
Walking to and fro,
He thinks it's a big game.

He seems welded to me,
He's always hanging round.
He never lets me be,
Sometimes I think he's just a clown.

Taking a step as I take mine,
Waving his hands up high.
Like a musician keeping time,
Chest expanding when I sigh.

Can't ever lose his presence,
Though very hard I try.
He seems to be my very essence,
As time keeps marching by.

My shadow always is around,
To mimic things I do.
He makes me smile, not once a frown,
Did he ever leave in lieu.

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