My Shadow Knows Poem by AHO Speaks

Only that which reflects is left alone
There would be no color, no hue, not even a tone.
Earthly height could not be measured
Nor the things we had loved and also treasured.
Would this signal the end of the human race?
Certainly the end of physical difference and the human face.
No physical difference in any eathly form
Only a shadow the day we are born

The end of discrimination and also hate
A beginning of a new life and not too late.
Shadows without food to taste
Nothing of their world would they waste.

There would be no depth as it is known today
The spoken word out of shadows unable to say.

How could we survive and better yet live
The reflections of life to be; but not to give.
Only shadows not to touch and feel
Nor to express what for them is real.

Time not used and neither to waste
No evil in the world to tempt and make us hesitate.

Everything would be a shadow and no enemy or foe
To do the toil and listen to the wind blow.
The shadows of life definitely a new game
Always black and can never admit blame.

Just me and my shadow
For no one is there
'Shadow, shadow, on the wall
Who is the fairest one of all? '

03-06-06 Aho Speaks...